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Raisa stood in the doorway of her apartment, blocking Margarita—her almost-ex-husband Stepan’s sister. Two massive suitcases and several boxes were piled at the sister-in-law’s feet. Under a loose tunic, Margarita’s belly pushed forward in a prominent curve—seven months pregnant, unmistakably. “What do you mean you won’t let me into your apartment?” the pregnant woman asked … Read more

Part 1. Uninvited Guests and the Smell of Dust The key resisted, turning with effort as if the lock itself were pushing back, unwilling to let the owner into her own fortress. Lidia frowned. The bolt had always moved smoothly, like it was greased. She pushed the heavy door faced with pale veneer—and stopped dead … Read more

The key stuck in the lock as if it were fighting her. Anna yanked harder—click—the door finally gave. In the entryway, the air smelled of someone else’s coffee and something sharp, like the apartment had just been “aired out” after a blowup. “Mom? Dad?” she called, kicking off her shoes. Silence. From the kitchen came … Read more

The evening sun was slowly drowning behind the glass façades of the city’s giant buildings, flooding the kitchen with a warm amber glow. Alice arranged wine glasses on the polished countertop, and the crystal chimed—thin, almost musical. That sound had always felt like a symbol to her: everything in her life now was fragile, transparent, … Read more

Warm evening light flooded the living room, painting everything in soft, honeyed gold. Marina stood at the sink and stared out the window. Across the road she could see the front of her old Khrushchyovka—the same apartment her grandmother had left her. Its windows were dark, and for some reason that filled Marina with a … Read more

— Do you even hear me? — Sergey’s voice was stretched tight, like a string about to snap. — You seriously don’t get how important this is? Mom said the windows are dirty—couldn’t you at least wipe them down? It’s… humiliating! Marina lowered her bag to the floor. Inside were rags, plastic sacks, and empty … Read more

“You’re home early today,” Olga said from the window. She didn’t turn when her husband walked in. “Yeah. The meeting was canceled,” Andrey answered, setting his keys down. “And the business trip?” There was a strange note in her voice. “To Novosibirsk.” “Oh… that one.” He hesitated. “Canceled. Department reorganization.” Olga slowly turned away from … Read more

Tomorrow morning I’m flying home and filing for divorce. And you can stay here with your Olya,” I told my husband on the very first day of our vacation. I was standing in front of the bedroom mirror, trying on a new dress, when Nikita came in and sat on the edge of the bed. … Read more

Here’s a fully reworded, natural English translation (unique phrasing, same meaning and plot): “And picture this,” Yulia Arkadyevna ranted, throwing her hands up. “I walk into an appliance store, pick out a vacuum cleaner, go to the checkout—and the card won’t work! I typed in the PIN three times, and it keeps saying it’s wrong! … Read more

— “Potatoes again,” Andrei snapped, flinging his fork. “I’m a human being, not a rabbit. I want meat!” — “We’re feeding the bank,” Polina, his wife, replied quietly. “Every month. We’re paying off your loan. For your phone. What meat, Andrei?” — “There you go again!” he shouted. “I needed the phone for work!” — … Read more