Usually, the intercom buzzing at four in the afternoon meant Sergey had forgotten his keys. Without a second thought, Marina pressed the button to unlock the building entrance, not even asking who it was. She was just finishing watering the ficus in the living room—the very one they had bought together when they first moved … Read more
— You decided everything for me again? Dima burst into the kitchen as if someone had set him on fire from behind, slammed the refrigerator door, and stared at Katya like she’d personally offended his entire bloodline. Katya slowly lifted her eyes from her mug of tea, took a breath, and said calmly—but with that … Read more
From the very morning everything was going to hell, and I understood that better than anyone. Not because I felt unwell—no. But because overnight my life had cracked like a badly soldered pipe, and now a biting cold was seeping out of that crack. “Are you getting ready?” Lera, my cousin, asked when I paced … Read more
Are you serious right now, Dashenka?” Galina Petrovna’s voice crackled through the line as if she wasn’t holding a phone, but a microphone at a podium. Dasha pinned her cell phone to her ear with her shoulder and kept drying a plate—so she wouldn’t splash her anger all over the kitchen. “And what’s not serious … Read more
Lena stood by the window, watching as the January twilight tinted the snow with bluish shades. Behind her came the sound of running water—Andrey was washing the dishes after dinner. They had just finished pasta with chicken, an ordinary weekday meal, nothing fancy. Those were the dinners Lena loved most: quiet, homely, just the two … Read more
Darya was sitting on the couch in her small one-room apartment reading a book when Igor came home from work. He looked pensive, even a little tense. After hanging up his jacket, he went into the kitchen, poured himself some water, and stood by the window for a long time, staring out at the evening … Read more
Natalya ran her palm over the smooth countertop of the new kitchen set and smiled. Three years earlier, when she had inherited this three-room apartment from her grandmother, it had looked completely different: old Soviet wallpaper, creaky parquet, a tiny kitchen with flaking paint on the walls. Now it had a modern renovation—light walls, comfortable … Read more
— How could you refuse to register my daughter at your address?! — the mother-in-law burst into the apartment” Lena closed the door of the rented apartment and leaned wearily against the doorframe. Another workday was over, and another paycheck had partly gone toward rent. She kicked off her heels and walked into the kitchen, … Read more
Nina was signing the last document at the notary’s office and could hardly believe her happiness. The apartment was hers. Completely hers. A bright three-bedroom place in a good neighborhood. She had saved for it for five years, denying herself everything, and then took out a loan for the remaining amount. “Congratulations on your purchase,” … Read more
Elena left the office and headed for her car. The workday had been intense—three client meetings, a pile of documents, and nonstop calls. She had been working as a lawyer at a large company for five years and was used to that pace. Elena had always been driven; even at university she worked part-time so … Read more