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
My phone buzzed on the table, lighting up with a notification from social media. Tamara Igorevna—my mother-in-law—had posted a new photo. “Enjoying the Turkish sunshine!” the caption read. In the picture she was smiling brightly, a cocktail in her hand, with the sapphire sea behind her. And I zoomed in on the background. Purely on … Read more
— “I told you not to be late!” Gleb barked, slamming his keys onto the dresser. “My mother came all this way and cooked all day!” — “Gleb, I warned you I had to gather documents, and that isn’t a five-minute task,” Varvara said, tugging off her shoes and refusing to meet his eyes. “You … Read more
— Hello, Vadim? I’m in the garage. Spot one-oh-four is empty. Do you have a sane explanation, or do I call the police right now and report it stolen? Elena’s voice was frighteningly calm, even though adrenaline made her whole body hum. She stared at the oil stain on the concrete—the only trace her white … Read more
She learned what happened later—through posts and articles shared in local паблики. In the photos there was the mangled car she’d ridden in so many times, and a blurred, shapeless mass on the roadside. The girl who’d been sitting next to Alex had been thrown through the windshield. She hadn’t been wearing a seatbelt. Then … Read more
“Can you imagine, Yarik? I’ve worked like a dog all year—no vacations, those ridiculous Saturdays, nonstop. And now—look at this!” Alexandra set her fork down on the empty plate like a trophy and leaned back, her eyes shining. “I didn’t even expect it to be that much. This is… this is the Maldives! Or almost … Read more
“Sveta, hey! Listen, weird question… did you sell your car?” Lenka’s voice on the phone sounded ordinary, but there was a poorly hidden edge of curiosity in it. Sveta, carefully chopping a bell pepper on the cutting board for dinner, froze for a moment. The knife with the red plastic handle stopped a hair’s breadth … Read more