“I’m marrying your ex-husband, and you, my dear, will have to vacate this apartment. It belongs to me now.”

Part I. The Visit from the Lady with the Little Dog The workshop smelled of old wood, varnish, and faintly of time itself. Irina carefully lifted a tiny spring from a nineteenth-century music box with her tweezers. Restoring antique mechanisms required infernal patience and the precision of a surgeon. One wrong move, and a delicate … Read more

“Cut the apartment circus already! My family is not sleeping on the floor! Throw your guests out—my people don’t even have a place to sit!”

“Step away from that door! Have you completely lost your mind over those childish drawings?” Makar yanked hard on the bathroom handle, but it would not move. “My uncle just got off the road and needs a shower, and in there you’ve got that… parasite of yours with her whole litter!” “Your relatives are always … Read more

“Then… vacate the apartment too. After that, divorce. A place that size is wasted on just you,” her husband announced, clearly pleased with himself

Part 1: A Crack in the Smalti “You do realize this isn’t some random whim. It’s biology,” the man said evenly, in the same cool, professional tone he usually used when scolding suppliers over spoiled milk. “A man is supposed to have a branch of the family tree. A future. And all we have is … Read more

“No, you have to move out. End of discussion,” her mother-in-law snapped, completely unaware that her daughter-in-law already had a plan

“Galina Petrovna, how can you say that? We’re having a girl. Your granddaughter,” Larisa said, placing the ultrasound photo on the table with a smile so bright it was as if she hoped it might light up the whole kitchen. “A granddaughter…” Galina Petrovna repeated, not so much embracing the word as testing it, as … Read more

“Clear the apartment out. My nephew is moving in,” her mother-in-law ordered — and Svetlana’s husband backed her up

Part 1. The Smell of Old Varnish The workshop smelled of wood stain, centuries-old dust, and the sharp tang of solvent. Svetlana loved that smell. It was honest, unlike the atmosphere that had filled her home for the past two weeks. She ran her finger along the oak veneer of a nineteenth-century secretary desk. The … Read more

“The apartment was left to me, not to you, so pack your things,” the daughter-in-law said, fixing her sister-in-law with an icy stare

The room had a very particular smell to it: dry wood shavings, cured leather, and the sharp bite of chemicals that would make an unaccustomed person’s eyes water. But to Ksenia, that thick, heavy air felt familiar. With calm, practiced care, she was stretching a fox pelt over a form. Taxidermy was not work that … Read more

For three long years, the daughter-in-law cared for her mother-in-law. It suited her husband and sister-in-law perfectly. But in the end, everything unfolded very differently from what they had expected.

The cast on her leg looked huge and alien, like a chunk of marble column strapped to her ankle. Her right arm, locked in a brace after a dislocation, ached with a dull, dragging pain. Galina sat in an armchair, staring at the packed boxes, feeling a sticky wave of anxiety slowly rising inside her. … Read more

“My apartments are none of your business,” I told my greedy sister-in-law.

Part 1. The Crystal Mycelium The laboratory smelled of damp earth, ozone, and the faint, luxurious trace of truffle. To me, a mycologist with ten years of experience, it was a fragrance far more intoxicating than any French perfume. This was my world—sterile chambers, Petri dishes, and rare fungal cultures destined for pharmaceutical labs and … Read more