One and a Half Years Later---“Vicky—Vicky—Vicky! It’s a total disaster! Help me, please!” Polina chattered on the phone, using her dramatic voice. “I’ll do anything you want! Just help me, pleeeease…”“Polya, stop begging,” I laughed at her. “You know it’s tricky for me, today’s my day off, and I wasn’t planning on going anywhere, so…”“I know! I’ll help! I’ll be your watchful eye and overseer,” my colleague promised passionately, and I laughed. That restless girl.“Fine,” I gave in, astonished at how weak-willed I was. “You owe me big time!” I tried to sound stern, but it’s impossible to be mad at her, and she knows it perfectly well.After ending the call, I looked at my little treasures and realized I’d just agreed to a complete headache. Getting myself ready, rounding them up, the commute… everything.“Well, my handsome little ones, we’ve got an unplanned outing ahead,” I smiled at my boys, and they returned my smile, babbling something incoherent.Yes, when I hired a man for th
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