Our dacha shed flew away. Yes, exactly like that! And it landed in the apple orchard—fabulously fragrant… with problems. As it turned out, everything now belongs to me. Both the apples that I have nowhere to put—they’re not needed here by anyone—and part of the roadside property with the old, withered tavern. And everything would be fine, if only the land were under a mortgage, and the debt has to be paid off in just three months. Otherwise, I and my mom will end up on the streets. Thanks to everyone who gives stars and leaves comments! When I get them, I understand that you like my story)))