“You ungrateful girl!” her mother’s piercing voice shrieked. “Come home this instant or I’ll—” Svetlana hung up and blocked the number faster than she could blink. “Another one for the collection,” she thought with a bitter smirk. Half an hour later the phone came alive again. A new number flashed on the screen—apparently her mother … Read more
“Will you be on the night shift again, Mom?” Katya’s voice was soft but tinged with disappointment, her eyes searching her mother’s face for a different answer—any answer but the one she feared. “Yes, honey,” Marina replied gently, brushing her daughter’s hand with affection. “But you and Yura will be good, right?” “We always are,” … Read more
Natalia stood frozen, eyes locked on the glowing phone screen. The red “call ended” button still pulsed faintly, but from the speaker, faint laughter lingered—light, girlish, almost musical. So unlike her own voice—hoarse from exhaustion after twelve relentless hours in the ER. — “Andrei, stop it!” came a teasing whisper from the woman on the … Read more
“We’re arriving tomorrow morning — be there. Morning train at 7:20.” Anastasia, perched on the edge of the couch, kept staring at her phone screen as if it might display a continuation. But after those words, the caller simply hung up. No “Is it okay?” No “Does it work for you?” — just a message … Read more
“Liza, We Won’t Take Much”: A Story About Family, Labor, and Boundaries “Liza, we won’t take much. Just pack us your signature pie and a couple jars of jam for the road,” Gleb stretched lazily, a smile on his face. Liza stared at the guest, unable to believe the audacity. How could he ask so … Read more
A gray winter morning wrapped the city in a misty veil, as if nature itself had frozen in expectation of a miracle. The sky, draped in leaden clouds, hung low over the streets, and the frosty air crunched beneath the soles of passersby. On this day, which at first seemed ordinary, something was to happen … Read more
Mikhail Artemiev—a billionaire whose name in business circles was synonymous with success, cold calculation, and impeccable control. His name graced glossy magazine covers, his business empire stretched from Europe to Asia, and his mansion on the outskirts of the city seemed carved from marble, glass, and perfect order. He was a man people respected, feared, … Read more
“Lena, we’ll have to part ways.” Gennady said it with that fatherly gentleness in his voice he switched on whenever he was about to pull another nasty trick. He leaned back in his massive chair, fingers laced over his belly. “We’ve decided the company needs a fresh look. New energy. You understand.” I looked at … Read more
“I asked you,” he began irritably, following his wife into the kitchen. “To set a proper festive table. And what’s this? You had the time. Mom isn’t pleased.” “Your mom is never pleased. It’s impossible to satisfy her,” Milana replied calmly. It was Sunday. As usual, Kirill and his wife, Milana, were visiting his parents. … Read more
— Sashenka just told us that behind our backs you want to buy an apartment. What do you call that? Going it alone? — Not at all. Sasha and I want to buy a place together, in both our names. Why “going it alone”? Sasha and Lena were twenty-four when they got married—young, in love, … Read more