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“Why am I only finding out about your three-room apartment in the city center after the wedding?” her husband asked. “Don’t you trust me?”

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Zoya was standing at the stove, stirring a vegetable stew, when she heard the front door slam. From the heavy footsteps alone, she knew Alexey had come home in a bad mood. Only three weeks had passed since their wedding, yet the atmosphere in their home had already become unbearable. “Why am I only finding … Read more

“Now get up and leave!” Rostislav ordered his mother and father. “And you—get out too!” he snapped at his sister.

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Part 1. A Feast of Vultures The living room looked like a showroom in an expensive furniture store: too sterile, too pompous, and completely devoid of life. Rostislav sat at the head of the table, studying everyone gathered there as if they were defective specimens in his private insect collection. He twirled the stem of … Read more

“I am not your maid!” Nina declared to her mother-in-law, father-in-law, and husband. “Take care of your own grandmother yourselves.”

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Part 1. The Dust of Ages and the Smell of Roast Duck The hallway did not smell like home. It smelled like someone else’s feast. The thick, greasy aroma of duck roasted with apples mixed with the sour, heavy stench of an unwashed body and medicine drifting from the far room. Nina pulled off her … Read more

“Why are you the one deciding who gets to live in my apartment and who doesn’t?” I asked my husband.

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Inga sat at the kitchen table, sorting through the apartment documents. Two property certificates — the reward for four years of brutal work at the construction company MegaStroy. Back in the 2000s, she had practically pulled the company out of a financial pit on her own, created a new sales strategy, and brought in major … Read more

“Your mother is moving in with us? But we live in a one-room apartment! Where is she supposed to sleep?” Svetlana stared at her husband in outrage.

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Eduard sat at the kitchen table, calmly spreading butter over a slice of bread. His movements were slow and measured, as if he were talking about the weather rather than a decision that could change their entire life. “She’ll sleep on the sofa in the living room,” he said calmly, taking a bite of his … Read more

“I was only joking in front of everyone! Why divorce?” her husband could not understand.

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Friday evening promised to be pleasant. Around fifteen friends, maybe even more, had gathered in Ilya and Nadezhda’s apartment. The table was covered with appetizers, bottles of wine passed from hand to hand, and the conversations grew louder and livelier with every minute. “Remember how Ilyukha danced at his wedding?” Maxim, an old friend of … Read more

“Keep quiet, you unpolished country bumpkin!” her husband shouted at Vika. She only smiled in silence. By morning, he had lost his job, his wife, and his apartment.

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There was barely enough room at the long dining table for all the expensive dishes and all the self-satisfaction gathered around it. Vika placed a porcelain soup tureen in front of her mother-in-law and stepped back, tucking a loose strand of hair back into her hairstyle. Andrey’s guests — his mother, Elvira Karlovna, his sister … Read more

“Did you really think I would sign the papers without asking any questions?” his wife said with a smirk.

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“Did you really think I would sign the documents without asking any questions?” Victoria slowly placed the folder on the kitchen table and lifted her eyes to her husband. “It’s just a formality,” Artyom snapped irritably. “We’ve already discussed everything.” “Then why does it say here that the apartment will belong entirely to you?” For … Read more