“Am I supposed to greet the guests myself? You mean, you’re going to go on vacation for a week?!”

Tolia burst into the apartment looking as if he had won the lottery. Beaming, he rushed into the kitchen where his wife Lyuba was cooking.

“Great news! Mom, Lena, and Dima are coming to stay for a week! They already bought tickets!”

Lyuba froze. “When?”

“Friday! I told them we’d be happy to host them.”

She stared at him, then quietly went to the bedroom continue reading …