The tea at their place was always suspiciously strong. It wasn’t that Dmitry knew how to brew it—he simply believed you had to soak the bag until it turned into dark crude oil, and then boil it again “so the flavor opens up.” Olga usually added lemon to somehow neutralize that “inky brew.” But this … Read more
Misha slammed his cold cup of coffee onto the table and clicked the button on the coffee machine. Five minutes until he had to leave. Their old apartment had become a cramped box for him, where every corner reminded him of twenty years of marriage— a marriage he’d decided to end three months ago. “Did … Read more
“Mom, why are you just standing there? Everyone’s already in the hall.” Valentina Sergeyevna adjusted the pearl necklace—a gift from Viktor for her sixtieth birthday—and gave a smirk. “I’m wondering whether Roman will come.” Viktor snorted. “Why did you even invite him? You stayed silent for eleven years and everything was fine.” She shrugged. She … Read more
I came into the apartment after work, kicked off my shoes, and immediately knew—something was wrong. Dmitry stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed, his face tense. “We need to talk.” I froze with my bag still in my hand. “I had dinner with Andrey today,” he said without waiting for an … Read more
“I always believed that love was trust. That if two people decide to tie their lives together, what lies ahead isn’t just passion and tenderness, but honesty too—especially when it comes to marriage. But it turned out my trust was simply a convenient bridge for someone to get to my money. His name was Mikhail. … Read more
Marina first sensed that something was wrong the moment she noticed Igor hiding his phone. He did it subtly, almost reflexively—the screen would go dark instantly the second she walked into the room. Five years earlier, when they had just gotten married, he left his phone anywhere: on the kitchen table, on the couch, in … Read more
Tatyana closed out the register at the shop and handed the day’s takings to the administrator. It had been a good day—several expensive winter snowsuits had sold, along with a batch of dressy outfits for New Year’s school matinees. Ten years earlier she had opened her first children’s clothing store in a residential district, investing … Read more
Ekaterina woke up to a sharp ring at the door—insistent and demanding, the kind of ringing used either by officials or by uninvited guests. The wall clock showed half past ten in the morning. “Mom, who is it?” sleepy Masha peered out from the bedroom. “Stay in your room, sweetheart,” Ekaterina said, throwing on a … Read more
Lena stood by the window, watching as Galina Petrovna crossed the courtyard. Again. The third time this week. In her hands—a food container. “Your mom’s coming.” Igor was scrolling on his phone on the couch. “So what.” Two years earlier, when they’d finished building the house, her mother-in-law had told her in the kitchen, “You’re … Read more
You’re not a woman, Nastya! You don’t have a maternal instinct at all!” Danila roared, slamming his fist on the table so hard the cup jumped and spilled tea all over the tablecloth. Nastya stood by the window, pale as chalk. Outside, a fine rain was falling; uneven trails of droplets streaked the glass, and … Read more