— Give me that bag! Your mother’s five million is in there! — her mother-in-law snarled, grabbing at it right at the memorial meal.

— Oksana, don’t make things complicated. Your father and I are moving in with you, and your sister and her husband will take our...

Have you confused me with a servant? Take care of your mother yourself!” Lena snapped, throwing the rag right at her husband’s feet.