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Nadezhda stood at the bedroom window, watching the May rain drum against the glass. Three years earlier, when her parents had gifted her this apartment a month before the wedding, she could barely believe her happiness. A three-room place right in the city center—with a fresh renovation, spacious rooms, and a view of the park. … Read more

Inna came home after a long workday. Sergey was sitting at the table, staring at his phone. His face was tight, his brows knit together. Something was clearly wrong. “Hi,” Inna said, shrugging off her coat. “Why do you look like someone died?” Sergey lifted his eyes and hesitated for a moment. “Mom called,” he … Read more

Elena was sitting on the couch with a book when Dmitry burst into the room, phone in hand. His face looked troubled, his brows pulled tight. “Lena—Mom called.” “And?” his wife asked, not lifting her eyes from the page. “She wants us to come this weekend. Says she needs help with canning. And there’s a … Read more

Marina wiped the sweat off her forehead and lowered herself onto the front steps of her apartment building. Her legs pulsed with pain after a twelve-hour shift as a waitress. In three hours her second job—cleaning at an office complex—would begin. If she hurried, she might manage to eat something and rest a little. That … Read more

“You’ve got to be joking,” Igor said, rolling one shoulder. His pricey blazer stretched tight across his back, the fabric giving a strained little crackle—like even the stitching knew the size didn’t match the ego. The notary—a bulky man with labored breathing and a flushed, shiny face—didn’t lift his eyes from the page. The office … Read more

The Apartment Question Alesya stood in the hallway, certain she’d misheard. Her mother-in-law, Svetlana Sergeyevna, had just declared that Grandma Zoya’s apartment wouldn’t go to Alesya at all—it would go to Lena, the younger son’s wife. “Svetlana Sergeyevna… but you promised,” Alesya’s voice trembled with hurt. “You said it yourself: if I took care of … Read more

“Are you sure you brought your passport?” Nastya checked her backpack for the third time, even though she knew the documents were in the inner pocket. The excitement of the trip had made her a little absent-minded. “And the vouchers? Roma, can you hear me?” Roman hitched his shoulder, adjusted his bag strap, and gave … Read more

Dasha was hurrying home. Her beloved husband was due back from a business trip today. She’d missed him so much that she’d spent the whole day floating on the happy expectation of seeing him again. She picked up her seven-year-old daughter, Katyusha, from dance class, and now the two of them were walking briskly toward … Read more

Marina sighed, staring at her computer screen. The numbers in the report were swimming—past eleven at night, and she was still at the office. As marketing director at a large IT company, she was expected to give everything she had, but the salary matched the pressure. At thirty-two, she earned more than a lot of … Read more

Katya had moved into her new apartment a week earlier—and for almost that entire week, she barely went outside. How could she, with so much to handle? She bought the only place her budget allowed. Her grandmother, a genuinely kind-hearted woman, had left her an old summer cottage and a room in a communal apartment. … Read more