Me: "I love your money"

Ignatov: "You are predictable"

I didn't answer any more. I already had an unpleasant aftertaste from our correspondence, but I decided not to think about it. One time is enough for today, when Oleg ruined my mood.

I changed, washed, and sat next to my parents on the couch. We sipped champagne and watched New Year's concerts on TV. The house was warm and cozy.

Vika fell asleep in the armchair, and her mother woke her up and took her to bed. When we were alone with my father, my father nodded to me in the seat next to him. I gladly moved closer. Dad...