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Olga heard the doorbell and, for some reason, tensed immediately. Her husband Dmitry was at work, and they weren’t expecting anyone. Through the peephole she saw a familiar figure—Svetlana, Dmitry’s sister, dragging suitcases. Beside her hovered her eternally silent husband, Viktor, and between them stood five-year-old Artyom with a tablet in his hands. “Ol, open … Read more

Marina snapped her laptop shut and leaned back in her chair, feeling the tightness of the past few months slowly ease out of her shoulders. December 23rd. Project complete. Acceptance papers signed. The money had landed in the company account. — Congratulations, — Oleg Viktorovich, her direct supervisor, said as he handed her an envelope. … Read more

Elena had a quiet morning routine: coffee in an oversized mug that said “CEO of Everything,” the espresso machine humming, and exactly four minutes of silence before the day officially began. Not meditation—more like an effort to remember why on earth she’d ever married Viktor. Over the past few months that question had started gnawing … Read more

— Just listen to yourself, Artyom! — Polina’s voice rang so hard it felt like even the teaspoons on the shelf were vibrating. — What are we even fighting about? About the fact that I worked my fingers to the bone for seven years so we’d have a place of our own, and now I’m … Read more

“Will you stop obsessing over your mother?” Polina snapped, slamming the cabinet door so hard the glasses inside rang. “Every day it’s the same: ‘Mom needs this, Mom needs that.’ What am I to you—an ATM?” “Don’t start,” Alexey grunted from the table, where he sat with a cup of tea gone cold. “You’re always … Read more

Marina was polishing the mirror in the manicure room when the last client of the day stepped into the salon. The woman had booked a haircut with their stylist, Oksana. Marina came out, showed her where she could wait, then returned to finishing up the cleaning. It was Friday—the end of the workweek. Tomorrow was … Read more

Svetlana stood in front of the mirror, staring at her own reflection. The white dress hugged her figure perfectly, the veil fell in a soft cascade over her shoulders, and her makeup looked flawless. It should have been the dream day—the exact moment she’d been working toward for so long. But inside, she felt strangely … Read more

Yana was standing at the stove, stirring soup, when she heard the familiar click of a key in the lock. Kirill was home earlier than usual, and that could mean only one thing—Valentina Petrovna would be coming over again today. In two years of marriage, Yana had learned to recognize those days instantly: by the … Read more

Viktor was setting the table when he heard the doorbell. Sunday lunch with his son had become a warm tradition over the past few months, and the father always tried to make something tasty. Today he’d roasted chicken with potatoes and chopped a fresh salad. “Hi, Dad!” Maksim burst into the apartment with such a … Read more

The warm scent of chicken roasting with garlic and rosemary filled the cozy kitchen. Karina set the table at an unhurried pace, laying out plates from their favorite set—the one they’d received as a wedding present. The soft whisper of salad in a bowl and the gentle crackle of a candle painted a perfect scene … Read more