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“What is this?” Alina’s voice was so even—so drained of life—that Pavel flinched when he stepped out of the kitchen. He wiped his hands on a towel, wearing a look that was equal parts guilty and pleading. Alina stood in the entryway without taking off her coat. Her eyes were locked on two swollen suitcases … Read more
“Do you really think this is a good idea?” Natasha asked, studying Mark’s face as they walked along the evening street. The autumn wind teased strands of her hair, and the shop lights shimmered in her eyes. “What’s the big deal?” Mark shrugged, as if nothing unusual was happening. “It’s a big place—three rooms. There’ll … Read more
For Elena, the last two years had been a marathon—an endurance run against death, and for a moment it felt as if she was starting to pull ahead. A complicated diagnosis. Doctors who offered no comfort. And then—hope. A new experimental treatment. A costly surgery abroad that offered a real chance. So she began her … Read more
I planned Pavel’s and my anniversary evening down to the tiniest detail. Twenty years together is no joke, and I wanted the celebration to feel truly special. A small restaurant with a summer terrace, just ten guests—our closest friends and our kids. Our son Kirill came in from St. Petersburg, where he was studying at … Read more
The notary closed the folder of documents, and the sharp snap of it landed in the silent office like a gunshot. Marina felt her husband’s hand stiffen on her shoulder. She raised her eyes and met her mother-in-law’s gaze. Galina Petrovna sat opposite them, arms folded tightly across her chest, a faint, triumphant smile flickering … Read more
Raisa Petrovna walked into her son’s apartment without knocking, using her own key. The first thing she noticed was a couple of pillows tossed across the couch and a throw blanket crumpled on the floor. “Another disaster!” she announced loudly, deliberately raising her voice so her daughter-in-law would hear from the bedroom. “Imagine that—she’s home … Read more
“You won’t believe what your mother pulled this time!” Marina stormed into the bedroom, squeezing her phone so hard her knuckles went white. Her husband, Pavel, slowly lifted his eyes from the laptop. A familiar wave of weariness crossed his face—the same one that appeared whenever Nadezhda Petrovna came up. Marina knew that expression by … Read more
Karina was standing at the stove, stirring a vegetable stew, when she heard the familiar rattle of keys in the lock. Anton had come back from work—like always, closer to nine at night. She didn’t even turn her head, just kept moving the wooden spoon through the pan, mechanically. “Hey,” her husband grunted, walking past … Read more
Svetlana stood at the stove, stirring the sauce for pasta. Viktor, sprawled on the couch in the living room, was flipping through TV channels, tossing his socks here and there like it was a sport. In two years of living together, she’d grown used to his habit of leaving his things all over the apartment … Read more
Zoya stood frozen in the entryway, her handbag clenched in her hand. Anton was at the door, rolling the car keys between his fingers, refusing to meet her eyes. They were supposed to go to Marina’s birthday party—Zoya’s best friend since their university days. Marina’s country house was about thirty kilometers away, and taking the … Read more