“Why did you lie?” Olya asked softly—almost under her breath—standing at the kitchen window and watching the sparse drops of a cold November rain cling to the sill. “Why did you tell them it was possible?” Dima, sitting at the table, didn’t respond right away. He scrolled through his phone, pretending he was busy. His … Read more
Sergey stood by the window, absentmindedly rolling a ring of keys between his fingers. The apartment that had once felt too small for four now pressed in with its emptiness. Three days earlier, Galina had taken the children and walked out. She simply left—no screaming, no scenes—as if it was the most natural thing in … Read more
Anton had always been convinced he ran his own destiny. Even back in college he managed to hustle so cleverly that his classmates could only shake their heads in disbelief. While others crammed for exams, Anton was already deep in “business”: flipping cars one month, building custom computers the next. That was when he met … Read more
Tatyana owned a great apartment in a quiet residential neighborhood—two rooms, bright and roomy, with a large enclosed balcony. She’d bought it long before she met Maksim. No mortgage, no debt—she paid outright, thanks to her parents’ help and years of her own savings. “You’re done early today?” Maksim asked when he came home and … Read more
Larisa was standing in the hallway of her apartment, unpacking grocery bags, when the doorbell rang. She wiped her hands on a towel and went to answer, assuming it was a courier bringing her husband’s order. But on the doorstep stood Dmitry himself—and beside him, his mother, Valentina Ivanovna. Her mother-in-law was holding a large … Read more
Svetlana stood in the kitchen, arranging sliced meats and cheeses on a large platter. The clock showed 8:30 p.m. on December 31. The table was already set—salads in cut-glass bowls, the main dish warming in the oven, champagne flutes lined up in a neat row. Everything was ready for the holiday. And yet, for some … Read more
Alina stood in the kitchen, watching unfamiliar hands rummage through her jars of grains. Her mother-in-law, Valentina Ivanovna, pulled out a bag of buckwheat, turned it over in her palms, then set it back with a displeased look. “What kind of buckwheat is this? Proper groats should be lighter. This one’s obviously old. Tomorrow I’ll … Read more
Victoria left the office at exactly six, but felt no joy about the workday ending. An hour on public transport waited ahead, and after that—a predictable blowup at home. Igor had returned from his shift work yesterday, and she knew he’d be standing in the doorway to meet her. They’d married seven years earlier, back … Read more
Alevtina was washing the dishes after dinner when Arseny picked yet another fight. He stood by the refrigerator, a utilities receipt clenched in his hand. “Prices went up again!” he snapped, shaking the paper. “And who’s supposed to pay for this? Me—like always!” Alevtina dried her hands on a towel and turned to her husband. … Read more
Sveta had just pulled a tray of cookies out of the oven when the doorbell rang—sharp and relentless. She grimaced. She already knew that ring by heart. Through the peephole she spotted a familiar silhouette in a dark navy coat with a fur collar. Alevtina Sergeyevna stood there, gently rocking on her heels, her face … Read more