Anna slammed the archive cabinet door a shade harder than usual. Her phone had rung for the third time in an hour—the ringtone boring into her like a nagging drill. — Where are you hiding? — Mikhail’s voice cut through the storage room’s silence. — Playing your paper games again? — I’m at work, — … Read more
“Oleg, the payment is due tomorrow,” Vera’s voice was even, stripped of emotion — just a statement of fact, like reminding someone it would rain in the morning. She laid a neat stack of bills on the kitchen table. They landed next to his elbow like a silent reproach to his complete inaction. He sat … Read more
— You bought the wrong bread again,” my daughter-in-law Katya’s voice sliced through my ears as I unpacked the grocery bags in the kitchen. “I asked for yeast-free. For the fifth time.” She picked up the loaf I’d brought and turned it in her hands as if it were some exotic poisonous caterpillar. “Katya, I … Read more
Artyom Volkov stepped across the threshold of the luxurious lobby of his new headquarters with his usual confidence. The surroundings—crystal glass, polished marble, the cold gleam of metal—seemed like an extension of himself: flawless, sharp, and inaccessible. The secretary instantly jumped to her feet as soon as she caught sight of his reflection in the … Read more
When Pasha was not even five, his world came crashing down. His mother was gone. He stood frozen in the corner of the room, his little mind swirling with confusion. The house was full of strangers—faces he didn’t recognize, voices lowered to whispers, eyes that wouldn’t meet his. Why was everyone acting so strange? Why … Read more
My name is Tamara Alexeyevna. I’m seventy-four. Once, my life was full—filled with love, work I adored, a warm home, and three beautiful children. But everything changed ten years ago when my husband passed away. His heart simply gave out. After he was gone, the house felt cold and hollow, and slowly, I began to … Read more
Elena Nikolaevna stopped at the familiar door, took out her keys, and stepped into her son’s apartment. A woman’s laughter and the scent of perfume greeted her in the hallway. She walked into the living room and froze—the sofa was occupied by an unfamiliar woman in a bathrobe, clearly just out of bed. — Artur! … Read more
Maxim slammed the refrigerator door shut and turned to his wife with a displeased look. — Elena, what are these sausages for three hundred rubles per kilo? Have you lost your mind? Elena froze at the stove, continuing to stir the contents of the frying pan. Her fingers gripped the wooden spatula tighter. — Maxim, … Read more
“Rewrite it. I want it on my desk by morning,” Tamara’s voice, my boss, clanged like a gun bolt. She tossed a folder with the report onto my desk. The corner of its expensive leather jabbed into the stack of my neatly arranged papers. “Tamara Igorevna, but we submitted this project last week. It was … Read more
“The wallpaper here is newer,” I said, running my fingers over the wall behind the bulky bookshelf. Dust had settled deep into my skin. Oleg waved wearily without turning around. “Anya, what does it matter? Let’s just sort through her books and go home. I feel like this house has absorbed the smell of medicine … Read more