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Part 1. Ground Zero Evening settled over the city like a heavy gray blanket, hiding the outlines of the apartment blocks in the residential district. Inside the apartment, everything was perfectly ordered—not the kind of order created for comfort, but the kind maintained through discipline. Irina sat at a wide oak table, surrounded by blueprints … Read more

Saturday morning in Dmitry and Alla’s home began with the usual rush and bustle. The kitchen smelled of freshly made pancakes, and extra chairs had already been arranged in the living room. Today they were celebrating the birthday of Alla’s mother, Valentina Petrovna. “Dima, did you order the flowers?” Alla called from the kitchen, wiping … Read more

“Why did you leave your passport on the table? So I would accidentally see it, or so I would have to ask you myself?” Varya was standing by the sink with a wet sponge in her hand, and at first she did not even understand what Nina Petrovna was talking about. The kitchen smelled of … Read more

“From this evening on, we’re running separate finances,” Pavel said, placing his fork on the edge of his plate with such solemnity that it looked as if he were signing a peace treaty after a long and exhausting war. “Every adult is responsible for their own money.” Oksana looked up from the pot of buckwheat. … Read more

“None of this belongs to you. You should be ashamed before God, acting like you have the right to decide anything here,” Tamara Petrovna snapped, slamming a heavy cast-iron pan onto the table so hard it nearly clipped her daughter-in-law’s fingers. Marina didn’t even flinch. Her blue eyes calmly registered the tiny tremor in her … Read more

Marina had always been proud of her sense of smell. In her profession—she worked as a chemical technologist at a perfume factory—her nose was her greatest asset. She could tell natural patchouli oil from a synthetic substitute in a fraction of a second. She could smell a thunderstorm an hour before the first rumble of … Read more

Part 1. Roots and Parasites The greenhouse smelled of damp peat, rotting leaves, and something barely noticeable—sweetish, earthy, and faintly decayed. It was the smell of life: real, wild life that never took weekends off. Lyudmila carefully wiped the thick, fleshy leaf of a philodendron with a soft sponge. Here, among tropical vines and carnivorous … Read more

Part 1. The Glass Dome of Illusions Darya carefully wiped the broad leaves of the monstera with a damp sponge. The conservatory smelled of wet earth and ozone; the complex climate-control system was working flawlessly, keeping dozens of rare plants alive. This was her place of strength, her sanctuary, and her main source of income. … Read more

Part 1. A Fortress Built from Other People’s Hopes The hallway smelled of dust and old wallpaper — a smell that had stubbornly refused to disappear for four years, even though they had renovated almost immediately after moving in. To Inna, the apartment was not just concrete slabs, walls, and ceilings. It was a shrine … Read more

“What?” Liza whispered, freezing just inside the entrance. Her heart gave a painful jolt, as if an invisible hand had clenched around it from the inside. She had come home from work earlier than usual. She had wanted to surprise Andrey, maybe cook dinner together, maybe spend a quiet evening like a normal couple. The … Read more