— What are you suggesting?
— Well, I was thinking, maybe we could help her out? At least a little, say, fifteen thousand a month.
Olya gave him a long look. “A little” was fifteen thousand, a fifth of her salary.
— Alright, — she said, — but you’ll be the one transferring it, from your card.
— Of course, of course.
For the first two months, Kirill did indeed make the transfers. Then he somehow forgot, then forgot again. Tamara Lvovna started calling Olya directly:
— Olya, dear, Kirill probably forgot. He’s so absent-minded. Could you?
Olya made the transfer. Once, then again. The third time, she realized it was now her responsibility. Kirill just shrugged:
— What difference does it make whose card it comes from? We’re a family.
The family budget turned into a battlefield. Olya tried to keep track of expenses, but she was met with resistance every time. Kirill bought expensive gadgets, explaining they were for work. His mother demanded payment for her dentist, English courses, a new television.
— I’m not some stranger, — she would say, offended. — I’m the grandmother of your future children.
Olya didn’t want children. Not now, not in this situation. But Tamara Lvovna regularly brought up the subject:..
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