Inga sat at the kitchen table, sorting through the apartment documents. Two property certificates — the reward for four years of brutal work at the construction company MegaStroy. Back in the 2000s, she had practically pulled the company out of a financial pit on her own, created a new sales strategy, and brought in major … Read more
Eduard sat at the kitchen table, calmly spreading butter over a slice of bread. His movements were slow and measured, as if he were talking about the weather rather than a decision that could change their entire life. “She’ll sleep on the sofa in the living room,” he said calmly, taking a bite of his … Read more
Veronika stood by the window, looking out at the Moscow courtyard below. The June sun flooded the room with golden light. In her hands, she held two plane tickets — two weeks in Cyprus, the vacation she had dreamed about all year. Her work at the architectural bureau had drained her completely, and this trip … Read more
Friday evening promised to be pleasant. Around fifteen friends, maybe even more, had gathered in Ilya and Nadezhda’s apartment. The table was covered with appetizers, bottles of wine passed from hand to hand, and the conversations grew louder and livelier with every minute. “Remember how Ilyukha danced at his wedding?” Maxim, an old friend of … Read more
There was barely enough room at the long dining table for all the expensive dishes and all the self-satisfaction gathered around it. Vika placed a porcelain soup tureen in front of her mother-in-law and stepped back, tucking a loose strand of hair back into her hairstyle. Andrey’s guests — his mother, Elvira Karlovna, his sister … Read more
“Did you really think I would sign the documents without asking any questions?” Victoria slowly placed the folder on the kitchen table and lifted her eyes to her husband. “It’s just a formality,” Artyom snapped irritably. “We’ve already discussed everything.” “Then why does it say here that the apartment will belong entirely to you?” For … Read more
“You are obligated to help your mother! Her pension is tiny!” Artyom snapped in outrage right in the middle of the family dinner, slamming his palm on the table so hard the dishes rattled. Elena slowly set down her fork and looked first at her mother, then at her brother. Tamara Pavlovna nervously twisted a … Read more
The river was heavy today, the color of lead. Vadim liked the water like this — when it didn’t flirt with the sun, but honestly revealed its deep, gloomy nature. He wiped an oil stain from the cover of the rescue boat’s engine with an old rag. The smell of gasoline and river mud was … Read more
“Andrey, for God’s sake, look at me. I can barely stand,” Nadezhda said quietly, almost in a whisper, trying to keep her voice soft and homely. She sat down on the edge of the sofa, awkwardly tucking her legs beneath her, as if she were afraid to take up too much space in her own … Read more
Part 1. The Dressing Room of Mirror Illusions The stuffy dressing room smelled of hairspray, cheap brandy, and someone else’s success. Roman, a mediocre event host whose ambitions were far bigger than his talent, spun in front of the mirror. He adjusted his bow tie, brushed invisible dust from the lapels of his jacket, and … Read more