When I stepped into the apartment, I froze. The gloomy Soviet relic had vanished! No creaky floors, no old curtains—everything was sleek, modern, and breathtaking. «Surprised?» my grandmother smirked. «Maybe now you’ll thank me?» I collapsed onto the futuristic couch, overwhelmed. I had almost missed out on this incredible transformation!
My grandmother always insisted that her apartment was a real treasure. But when I first stepped inside, I was horrified. The walls were drenched in Soviet-era nostalgia, the floor creaked like an old ship, and the furniture… well, let’s just say it had witnessed history.
Then one day, my grandmother dropped a bombshell. She was giving me the apartment.
«But promise me,» she said with a knowing smile, «that you won’t visit until the renovation is complete.»
I nodded, secretly convinced that even after a renovation, the apartment would only be slightly less miserable.
Three months later, I returned. As I pushed open the door, my jaw dropped.
Gone were the heavy drapes with strange patterns. The antique, back-breaking armchair had vanished. The kitchen floor no longer looked like it belonged to another century.
Instead, I stepped into a world of sleek, modern elegance. Light colors, stylish furniture, and a breathtaking sense of space filled the apartment.
I was speechless. My grandmother, standing behind me, chuckled.
«What’s wrong, dear? Did you think your grandma had no taste? Maybe now you’d like to say thank you?»
I collapsed onto the ultra-modern couch, still in shock. I had almost turned down this masterpiece!
