— The clock is ticking, Olya dear. You’re already 28, and Kirill needs an heir.
One evening, Olya gathered all the receipts and statements from the last six months. She laid them out on the table in front of her husband. The numbers added up to a frightening picture. In six months, they had given Tamara Lvovna 107,000.
— Kirill, look. These are just the official transfers. And there were also urgent expenses: 8,000 for medicine, 15,000 for refrigerator repairs, 10,000 for her birthday. We give her more than we spend on ourselves.
Kirill frowned:
— So what are you suggesting? That we abandon my mother?
— I’m suggesting we set boundaries. A fixed amount — 15,000 a month. And that’s it. No additional expenses.
He stood up from the table:
— You’re heartless, Olya. I didn’t think you were like this.
After that conversation, a silence fell over the house. Kirill pointedly only spoke to Olya when necessary. But he talked to his mother every day, for a long time and confidentially. Olya could hear him complaining about her:
— Mom, I don’t know what’s wrong with her. She’s become so callous.
Tamara Lvovna was a virtuoso at guilt-tripping. She would call Olya with tears in her voice:
— I understand, I’m a burden to you. Maybe I should just go to a nursing home? At least there I won’t be bothering anyone.
When that didn’t work, she changed her tactics:..
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