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Irina was drying the wine glasses when the intercom burst into its chirping trill. People were arriving for the holiday dinner earlier than planned—she’d set the start for eight o’clock on purpose so she could finish everything without rushing, but it wasn’t even eight yet when someone pressed the buzzer. “Andrey, can you open the … Read more

“What—are you throwing me out?” Sergey bellowed, slamming the wardrobe door. “I’m not throwing anyone out,” Elena answered calmly, though her voice came out rough. “I’m just not living like we’re in a коммуналка anymore.” “So my mother’s in your way, is she?” “She’s not ‘in my way,’ Seryozha. She turned my life here into … Read more

“Arisha, I honestly don’t get why we still haven’t talked about this,” Andrey said, sitting across from his wife at the dinner table, tapping his fingers against the surface. “It’s been five years.” “Talked about what, exactly?” Arina looked up from her plate, even though she knew perfectly well what was coming. This was the … Read more

“Have you got any conscience at all, Ira?” The voice on the line was like sandpaper on glass—bearable, but unpleasant. “Good morning, Valentina Petrovna,” I answered, even though the day had already been knocked sideways by her very first word. “Morning is never good when the windows are filthy,” she said, offended. “I’m standing here … Read more

“You’ve completely lost your mind, Artem!” Olga shouted, shooting up from her chair. “We’re family!” “What family, Olya?” He stormed into the kitchen, barely holding his temper. “I come home and the place looks like a dump—like the trash area behind a mall. The dishes haven’t been washed for weeks, plates are rotting on the … Read more

“So you’re refusing?” Dmitry’s voice wavered, but his eyes were ice. He stood across from her with his arms folded, as if he were waiting for her to give in. “I am,” Marina answered firmly, holding his gaze. The silence between them rang—so loud she could hear the hallway clock ticking off each second. For … Read more

The text message came through at 10:30 a.m., just as I stood at the stove stirring béchamel for lasagna. December 30th—my last workday was finally behind me, and ten whole days off were ahead. I’d imagined spending them in a robe with books and old movies. Maybe Dima and I would go ice skating. Maybe … Read more

“What’s happened to your face?” Ilya froze in the doorway, staring at his sister-in-law. A dark violet bruise was blooming under Dina’s left eye, and her lip was swollen. “I fell,” she said, turning away as she smoothed her hair. “Come in. Valera’s in the kitchen.” Ilya stepped inside. He hadn’t seen his brother in … Read more

Marina woke to Varya’s crying at six in the morning. A dim January light leaked through a crack in the curtains, and for a heartbeat she let herself lie there, staring at the ceiling. Beside her, Kostya was breathing evenly, turned toward the wall, not reacting to the baby’s wail at all. Marina gave a … Read more

I was sitting in front of my computer, scrolling through photos of shower cabins for what had to be the tenth time—glass panels, chrome faucets, water streams falling in a perfect cascade. My dream was so close I could almost smell fresh silicone and hear the soft hiss of a modern drain system. “Len, are … Read more