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Matvey’s chair screeches. Through a veil of tears, I watch him stand. “I owe you nothing,” he repeats, quieter. “And you don’t owe me anything, either. So do what you want.”

“What… I want?” I stammer.

He gives me a curt nod. “After the birth, I’ll arrange for you to be moved to another apartment. ...

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