“Meet Lena. She’ll be staying in the guest room… just until she sorts out her housing situation. Dasha, don’t make that face, like you’ve just bitten into a lemon. We’ve got plenty of space. It’s not like she’ll be in your way.” Vadim said it so casually. As if he had bought a new floor … Read more
“What do you think you’re doing here?!” Dasha’s voice cracked into a hoarse shout the moment she stepped over the threshold of her own apartment. A thick, nauseating smell of Corvalol hit her in the face. In the hallway, right on her favorite pale rug—the one she washed by hand every week—three huge plaid bags … Read more
“Servants don’t sit at the table!” Tamara Ilyinichna announced loudly. The room instantly felt airless. The smell of garlic salad, smoked sausage, and someone’s cheap perfume blended into one heavy, suffocating cloud. I had spent two days glued to the stove. My husband, Vadim, was celebrating his fortieth birthday. And all that time, he had … Read more
The squeak of the plastic wheels from the huge burgundy suitcase against my light oak laminate floor made me flinch. I froze with a kitchen towel in my hands. Standing on the threshold of my spacious two-room apartment—the one I had been carefully making into a home for the last fifteen years—was my husband, Igor. … Read more
I stood in the middle of my own living room, gripping a cup of cold tea, watching my husband Maxim carry another woman’s leather suitcase into the house as if he had every right to do it. Behind him came a tall blonde in a bright red coat, her heels clicking sharply against the laminate … Read more
“Get out. And I don’t want to see a trace of you here in an hour,” Viktor’s voice sliced through the spacious living room. A dark leather travel bag landed at my feet. The air was thick with the sickly-sweet scent of expensive perfume. Behind my husband stood a girl I had never seen before, … Read more
Kirill heard them before he even reached the apartment door. Their voices seeped through the hallway — two voices, two pitches, one high, the other even higher. His mother’s voice was strained and trembling, with that wounded whine he had known since childhood and feared almost as much as he had once feared thunderstorms. Lyuba’s … Read more
Later, after everything had already happened, my friend asked me: “Do you regret it?” I thought for a second. I remembered the white tablecloth, the faces of those women, the pot I slammed onto the table so hard that its contents splashed all over their tasteless dresses. I remembered the silence — so thick it … Read more
Neighbors later said that, that evening, voices could be heard coming from the apartment on the third floor. At first, it was the usual hum of a family gathering. Then one voice rose above the rest — a woman’s voice, so sharp and clear it seemed to make the windows tremble. “Get out! I said … Read more
Sometimes the sweetest kind of revenge is when the person being punished does not even realize it. Liza stood by the grill and watched as the silver SUV — brand-new, shining, with dealer floor mats that had barely seen a footprint — turned around on their dacha plot and drove away. The dust behind it … Read more