“Dad, you asked Kovalyov to live with us? But why? You know we can’t stand each other since childhood!”
“The daughter, Andrey recently had a trauma. His apartment has repairs, and we have everything necessary for rehabilitation,” the father says calmly. “Besides, my mother and I are flying on a business trip—we’ll take the twins with us. Someone has to watch over you.”
“Well, great, Dad!” I groan into the phone in despair. “Are you aware that Kovalyov broke up with his girlfriend? And he’s such a terrible womanizer and rebel! So what—until you come back, I’m supposed to watch how our beloved home turns into a brothel and ruins?”
“Don’t invent things, Yana. Everything will be fine,” the father assures me.
I strongly doubt it. I can’t stand Kovalyov even in the slightest, and I have no idea how I’ll share living space with him.
The book contains profanity!