“Marinka, your vacation is canceled,” Vova announced at dinner, stretching his lips into a self-satisfied smile. He was clearly enjoying the moment.

The Sea and the Choice “Marinka, your vacation is canceled,” Vova announced over dinner, stretching his lips into a smug smile. He was clearly savoring the moment. “I bought Mom a trip. She’s dreamed of the sea her whole life, you understand? So now she can go instead of you, finally relax. She deserves it.” … Read more

“May everything you have just wither away! Burn in hell!” the young mother screamed at her husband and sister.

“You ungrateful girl!” her mother’s piercing voice shrieked. “Come home this instant or I’ll—” Svetlana hung up and blocked the number faster than she could blink. “Another one for the collection,” she thought with a bitter smirk. Half an hour later the phone came alive again. A new number flashed on the screen—apparently her mother … Read more

The Patient on the Table Was Her Dead Husband

“Will you be on the night shift again, Mom?” Katya’s voice was soft but tinged with disappointment, her eyes searching her mother’s face for a different answer—any answer but the one she feared. “Yes, honey,” Marina replied gently, brushing her daughter’s hand with affection. “But you and Yura will be good, right?” “We always are,” … Read more

Natalia’s thumb hovered over the glowing red button, but she couldn’t bring herself to press it. The call remained connected. From the speaker, a soft giggle drifted into the silence—light, playful, and unmistakably feminine.

Natalia stood frozen, eyes locked on the glowing phone screen. The red “call ended” button still pulsed faintly, but from the speaker, faint laughter lingered—light, girlish, almost musical. So unlike her own voice—hoarse from exhaustion after twelve relentless hours in the ER. — “Andrei, stop it!” came a teasing whisper from the woman on the … Read more

“Surprise! We’re arriving tomorrow morning — be ready!” — The relatives wanted to barge in uninvited again

“We’re arriving tomorrow morning — be there. Morning train at 7:20.” Anastasia, perched on the edge of the couch, kept staring at her phone screen as if it might display a continuation. But after those words, the caller simply hung up. No “Is it okay?” No “Does it work for you?” — just a message … Read more

“We won’t take much. Just pack us some pie and a couple of jars of jam,” the husband’s brother said lazily. Liza was stunned by such audacity.

“Liza, We Won’t Take Much”: A Story About Family, Labor, and Boundaries “Liza, we won’t take much. Just pack us your signature pie and a couple jars of jam for the road,” Gleb stretched lazily, a smile on his face. Liza stared at the guest, unable to believe the audacity. How could he ask so … Read more

Vadim looked closely at the homeless man and recognized the surgeon who had saved him ten years ago. What happened next…

A gray winter morning wrapped the city in a misty veil, as if nature itself had frozen in expectation of a miracle. The sky, draped in leaden clouds, hung low over the streets, and the frosty air crunched beneath the soles of passersby. On this day, which at first seemed ordinary, something was to happen … Read more

The tycoon saw the cleaning woman dancing with his son, who was strapped to a three-wheeled trolley—but what he did next astonished even himself!

Mikhail Artemiev—a billionaire whose name in business circles was synonymous with success, cold calculation, and impeccable control. His name graced glossy magazine covers, his business empire stretched from Europe to Asia, and his mansion on the outskirts of the city seemed carved from marble, glass, and perfect order. He was a man people respected, feared, … Read more

I was fired because of my age. As a farewell, I gave roses to all my colleagues—but left my boss a folder with the results of my secret audit

“Lena, we’ll have to part ways.” Gennady said it with that fatherly gentleness in his voice he switched on whenever he was about to pull another nasty trick. He leaned back in his massive chair, fingers laced over his belly. “We’ve decided the company needs a fresh look. New energy. You understand.” I looked at … Read more

“I asked you,” he began irritably, following his wife into the kitchen. “To set a proper festive table. And what is this? You had time. Mom isn’t pleased.”

“I asked you,” he began irritably, following his wife into the kitchen. “To set a proper festive table. And what’s this? You had the time. Mom isn’t pleased.” “Your mom is never pleased. It’s impossible to satisfy her,” Milana replied calmly. It was Sunday. As usual, Kirill and his wife, Milana, were visiting his parents. … Read more