“We’re splitting Mom’s millions!” Yegor scoffed, eyes fixed on the closed living-room door. He and Sveta were in the kitchen. Their mother, Elena Sergeyevna, had shut herself in there with a notary half an hour ago. “Lower your voice,” Sveta hissed, nervously turning her phone over and over. “She’ll hear.” “Let her. Today everything gets … Read more
“You don’t get it, guys! I’m the one feeding this whole city!” Oleg Grebenyuk’s voice—owner of the “GrenkI” bakery chain—thundered through his spacious, high-end kitchen. Andrey, his childhood friend, shifted a heavy glass awkwardly in his hands. Egor and Sergey, his billiards buddies, pretended to study the patterns in the oak tabletop. “Every bun I … Read more
The restaurant throbbed. A pricey, airless, self-important swell of hundreds of voices—glasses chiming, laughter ricocheting, and a saxophone that kept pushing its way into everything. Lena sat at the farthest table, tucked beside a column. The perfect place to dissolve into the shadows. She hadn’t wanted to come. She’d begged Yegor to let her skip … Read more
A year. A full year my sister, Masha, kept feeding me renovation excuses. “Katya, how could you come over? There’s dust up to my knees—everything’s covered in plastic.” “No, not today—I’m waiting for the workers. I’m basically living out of suitcases.” “It stinks of paint so badly you can’t even breathe.” At first I believed … Read more
Nadezhda stood at the bedroom window, watching the May rain drum against the glass. Three years earlier, when her parents had gifted her this apartment a month before the wedding, she could barely believe her happiness. A three-room place right in the city center—with a fresh renovation, spacious rooms, and a view of the park. … Read more
Inna came home after a long workday. Sergey was sitting at the table, staring at his phone. His face was tight, his brows knit together. Something was clearly wrong. “Hi,” Inna said, shrugging off her coat. “Why do you look like someone died?” Sergey lifted his eyes and hesitated for a moment. “Mom called,” he … Read more
Elena was sitting on the couch with a book when Dmitry burst into the room, phone in hand. His face looked troubled, his brows pulled tight. “Lena—Mom called.” “And?” his wife asked, not lifting her eyes from the page. “She wants us to come this weekend. Says she needs help with canning. And there’s a … Read more
Marina wiped the sweat off her forehead and lowered herself onto the front steps of her apartment building. Her legs pulsed with pain after a twelve-hour shift as a waitress. In three hours her second job—cleaning at an office complex—would begin. If she hurried, she might manage to eat something and rest a little. That … Read more
“You’ve got to be joking,” Igor said, rolling one shoulder. His pricey blazer stretched tight across his back, the fabric giving a strained little crackle—like even the stitching knew the size didn’t match the ego. The notary—a bulky man with labored breathing and a flushed, shiny face—didn’t lift his eyes from the page. The office … Read more
The Apartment Question Alesya stood in the hallway, certain she’d misheard. Her mother-in-law, Svetlana Sergeyevna, had just declared that Grandma Zoya’s apartment wouldn’t go to Alesya at all—it would go to Lena, the younger son’s wife. “Svetlana Sergeyevna… but you promised,” Alesya’s voice trembled with hurt. “You said it yourself: if I took care of … Read more