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Hermann was lying on the living-room sofa, wrapped in a blanket. For the third day his temperature had stayed above thirty-eight, and the doctor had strictly forbidden him to go to work. He worked as a sales manager in elite real estate and was proud of his achievements—over the past year he had closed several … Read more

Marina stood by the kitchen table, methodically sorting documents into neat piles. Each sheet had a colored sticky note—pink for utility bills, yellow for grocery receipts, green for household expenses. Her husband Anton sat across from her, leaning back in his chair with a look of complete confusion on his face. “You lived with me … Read more

I already had keys made for your apartment, so don’t worry,” Svetlana heard her mother-in-law’s voice from the kitchen, and the cup slipped from her hands. She walked into the living room. Her mother-in-law, Valentina Nikolayevna, was sitting regally in an armchair, and her husband Andrey sat opposite her. “Oh, Svetochka, sweetheart, we were just … Read more

Lida parked by the entrance and glanced at the time. Damn—it was forty minutes early. Raisa Mikhailovna couldn’t stand it when guests showed up at the wrong time. Especially her—Lidka, the outsider. “So what now?” she muttered, turning off the engine. She could sit in the car, but the neighbors would see her and report … Read more

Galina stood in the middle of the living room, feeling every cell of her body fill with anger. Alexey was sitting in an armchair with one leg crossed over the other, flipping through documents with the air of someone as if she were an uninvited guest in her own home. “I told you yesterday,” he … Read more

Galina slowly lifted her eyes from the book she’d been reading in the armchair. Vladimir stood in the middle of the room looking as if he’d just told her he’d gotten a promotion at work—not that she was supposed to move out of her own apartment. “You’re demanding I vacate the guest room? So what—am … Read more

Marina slowly set aside the calculator she had just used to tally the family budget. Their living room rang with a brittle silence. Outside, the March sun lit up Moscow’s rooftops, while inside the room was half-dark—Igor had drawn the curtains on purpose before this talk. “So what do you mean—your mother is going to … Read more

Raisa stood in the middle of the living room and looked at Yura as if she were seeing him for the first time. Her husband—the man she had lived with for twelve years—sat on the couch with the expression of someone who’d just told her he’d bought a loaf of bread, not that he intended … Read more

Marina, a coworker, had disliked quiet Larisa from the clinic. Partly out of jealousy toward Larisa’s husband, Mikhail, who had become pointedly caring after a recent family scandal (which no one at the clinic knew about). Partly out of envy: Marina also sold handbags, but they were cheap trinkets with rhinestones, while Larisa was secretly … Read more

— “It’s all yours now, Nadya,” the notary said, handing her the papers. Her grandmother had left Nadya a three-room apartment in the city center. Nadya was over the moon and immediately called her husband, Artyom. He reacted cautiously, saying they would talk everything over that evening. That evening Artyom told her he’d already informed … Read more