“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
The wedding dress fitting was moved to the next day because the seamstress working on it had to take her child to the hospital. Lena felt a flicker of disappointment, but she made herself switch into a better mood right away. It wasn’t worth getting upset over something so small—she’d try it on tomorrow. Yes, … Read more
The baby, bundled in a soft blue blanket, dozed peacefully in Yulia’s arms, breathing with tiny snuffles and occasionally wrinkling his little nose. A nurse offered to escort her to the exit, but Yulia declined—even though she still felt drained and shaky after giving birth. “I’m fine. I’ll manage,” she murmured, pulling her son closer … Read more
It started with a mug. Or, more precisely, with the sticky brown ring it left on the white engineered-stone countertop. I’d wiped it away three times already that morning, and it kept showing up again—like a stubborn birthmark. Alyosha’s stamp. Proof that he existed inside my perfect, ruler-straight world. “Alyosh!” I called, and my voice … Read more
“ So, how’s the vacation treating you, sweetheart? Just don’t pass out from sheer joy!” Antonina Petrovna announced, dramatically removing her glasses, folding her arms, and putting on her “worth-a-million” face. “Because this isn’t Anapa for eight hundred rubles — this is Sochi! Practically Europe!” she sighed, then looked down at Lena’s sandals as if … Read more