“Len, there’s an emergency. I have to leave on a business trip immediately. I won’t be back for three days. You understand, it’s urgent. I won’t even have time to stop by home. I’ll buy everything we need there,” her husband’s voice brought Lena back to reality. She didn’t even have time to argue with … Read more
“Mom, wait! I told you not to touch my documents!” Marina burst into the office, but it was already too late. Galina Petrovna stood by the open safe with a folder in her hands, her face frozen in shock. Clutched in her trembling fingers was a document sealed by a notary—the will of Marina’s late … Read more
— Napkins. Rearrange them. The voice of my mother-in-law, Tamara Igorevna, cut through my nerves like a dull knife on glass. I froze, staring at the perfectly even stack of linen napkins. — What’s wrong with them? — my voice sounded too quiet, almost inaudible. — The corner. It’s raised by a millimeter. The guests … Read more
— I’ve decided—I’m going to my mom’s on Saturday. Probably for about three months. The words fell on the table between the plate of fried potatoes and the salad. They fell lightly, mundanely, like breadcrumbs. Artyom said them without breaking from his food, carefully spearing a browned piece of chicken on his fork. To him, … Read more
— Where were you wandering until eleven, huh? — Maxim’s voice came from the bathroom. He slipped through the morning like a drop of ketchup on a white shirt: not a catastrophe, but it spoiled the mood. Elena, already fully ready to go, keys in hand and a serious face, froze at the kitchen doorway. … Read more
Yana stood in the middle of the empty apartment where her grandmother’s furniture had still been yesterday, feeling a strange mix of sadness and excitement. The sale agreement lay on the windowsill, and the new buyers would pick up the keys tomorrow. One and a half million rubles. Not much by Moscow standards, but enough … Read more
— Want me to paint the fence and keep an eye on things? I’ll charge you a low price, but at least you’ll be calm—someone will be watching the place. Alexander looked up and saw a young boy, about fifteen, wearing a quilted jacket clearly not his size but still sturdy, and a black hat … Read more
Night, thickening over the city, seemed to anticipate a tragedy. Heavy clouds crawled across the sky, as if bearing the weight of unfulfilled hopes and broken fates. The car slid over the wet asphalt like a ghost, leaving behind a trail of headlights and silence pierced by anxiety. Roman sat behind the wheel, gripping it … Read more
— What? — You heard me. I’m leaving. — Where will you go? To your mommy? Or did that girlfriend of yours egg you on? He stepped closer, but Tatiana did not back down. — It doesn’t matter who. What matters is that I will no longer allow you to call our child a “snot-nose.” … Read more
The morning after filing for divorce isn’t coffee with a croissant, but a call from the housing office reminding you about unpaid major repairs. Svetlana got up not because she slept well, but because there was an empty spot on the pillow beside her. Andrey had gone to his mother’s — predictable, like a “Phlebodia” … Read more