who are you?

- Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my house? - I glare at her, speaking these words with corresponding hostility.

- She'll be living with us now. - I hear my mom's voice respond from behind.

I turn to face her, my demeanor clearly conveying that I expect an explanation.

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This story is translated from the original in Russian. I apologize if there is an incorrect translation somewhere, I try everything myself.