Alexei listened to the phone, not believing his ears. On the other end of the line his mother, Galina Sergeyevna, was speaking in her usual tone—dry, confident, as if it wasn’t about her son’s future but about buying potatoes at the market. “I’ve changed my mind, Lyosha. I won’t give money for the renovations. Lena … Read more
— “What inheritance?” Pavel asked incredulously when Anya pulled away from him, walked into the living room, and sank onto the sofa. His anger instantly turned into greedy curiosity. “From whom?” “From my cousin-grandmother,” Anya answered, still trying to grasp the news. The bag was still standing in the hallway, a symbol of her interrupted … Read more
— Mom, what’s this? The deed of gift trembles in my hands. Mom freezes at the stove but doesn’t turn around. — What—what? — The apartment is registered to Olya? Fifteen years ago I moved back in with my parents for a month—to help with Dad after his stroke. Olya had just left for Germany … Read more
The air in the room was heavy, saturated with the smells of age, medicine, and something else—sickly sweet, like flowers wilting in a vase. For twenty years I had hated this woman. For twenty years she’d returned the feeling. Our hatred was quiet, domestic, but no less poisonous for that. It lived in the way … Read more
Misha slammed the cold cup of coffee down on the table and clicked the coffee machine button. Five minutes until he had to leave. Their old apartment had become a cramped box to him, every corner a reminder of twenty years of marriage—a marriage he’d decided to end three months ago. “Did you remember the … Read more
— “You got your confirmation? Wonderful. Now take this as well.” Alina set an envelope with the DNA test results on the kitchen table, and beside it a second document—a divorce petition. Her voice was cold and distant, as if she were speaking to a stranger. Artyom looked up from the papers. The numbers blurred … Read more