The doorbell rang with the kind of brazen insistence you usually get from debt collectors—or from relatives who’ve decided to “do you a favor” at maximum volume. I wasn’t expecting anyone. Well, technically I was waiting for a pizza delivery, but pizza couriers don’t try to rip the doorbell off the wall. They’re generally polite … Read more
Anna Stepanovna sat in the back seat, staring out the window. Her son, Vladislav, had been driving her out of town for nearly three hours. His wife, Oksana, stayed behind and didn’t even come out to see her off. But then again—what was there to say goodbye to? “Mom, you get it,” Vladislav said, keeping … Read more
Alina was driving through the city, glancing at the clock. It was already close to six—traffic on the bridge would start any minute, and she’d be stuck for at least half an hour. But her sister had promised to give her the apartment documents. She needed to submit them to the bank the next day … Read more
Oksana Borisovna strode into my hallway not like a guest, but like a court bailiff who’d already listed my belongings and sold my couch in her imagination. Behind her—like a trailer hooked to an overloaded truck—scurried my sister-in-law Natasha, chewing gum so fiercely it was as if she were grinding up someone else’s destiny. “You … Read more
Olga was driving along the same familiar streets when a message from her mother-in-law popped up on her phone: “Olechka, don’t forget to help out this month — the utility bills went up.” She didn’t even feel irritated. After five years of marriage, those texts had become background noise. She would send the money and … Read more
Polina had received the apartment from her Aunt Vera three years earlier, when Vera’s heart problems became severe. Vera insisted on transferring everything in advance, so there wouldn’t be any ugly fights later with distant relatives who would magically appear right after the funeral. Polina tried to refuse—said it was too early, that her aunt … Read more
The morning began the way it always did—alarm at seven, her son groaning in protest, the coffee machine hissing in the kitchen as if to say the day had started whether she liked it or not. Olga had already pulled on jeans and a sweater and was tying her hair back in front of the … Read more
Yana lived with her husband, Igor, in an apartment she had bought herself long before marriage—without help, without guarantors, and without any loud declarations. She’d purchased the two-bedroom place five years earlier. Back then she worked as a programmer at an IT company and earned good money. She saved for three years, then took out … Read more
Olga had bought the apartment long before she ever met Andrey—back when she lived alone and calculated every move with careful discipline. It was a modest two-bedroom in a quiet residential neighborhood, but it was hers. She saved for five years while working as a manager at a trading company. Every month she put away … Read more
Lera got home later than usual. The day had been exhausting, but her thoughts were stuck on something else: her husband had been messaging her all evening saying they “needed to have a serious talk.” She worked as a graphic designer in a small studio, and that day they were delivering a project to a … Read more