“Lida, don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be,” Raisa Ilyinichna said, opening her notebook on my table. “After the divorce, the apartment will stay with Denis. You can live with your sister until you find another place. My son is registered here, he helped with the renovation, and he has a right … Read more
“Why did you buy this refrigerator?” Galina Stepanovna’s voice came from the kitchen doorway, cutting through the room like a knife scraping across glass. It was not a question asked out of curiosity. It carried the unmistakable tone of an inspector already looking for something to criticize, making it clear that whatever answer Alina gave … Read more
“You’re nobody to me. And that baby isn’t mine!” her husband said coldly, without even looking at the newborn. “I don’t even know why I bothered coming here.” Masha slowly raised her eyes to him. After the difficult delivery, the white hospital walls still seemed to swim before her, and exhaustion rang in her ears. … Read more
The phone had been ringing insistently in the pocket of my beach bag for about five minutes. I pulled it out, looked at the name on the screen — Tamara Viktorovna — and answered anyway. Probably because somewhere deep inside, I was still hoping to hear something different. Not shouting. Not accusations. At least one … Read more
Victoria had bought the three-room apartment on the avenue long before she met Ivan. At the time, she worked as a senior manager at a logistics company and had saved money for nearly seven years, starting with a one-room apartment she had inherited from her grandmother, which she eventually sold and added the difference to … Read more
Ksenia had inherited the three-room apartment on Lomonosovsky Prospekt from her grandmother—long before Alexander ever appeared in her life. She had painted the walls herself, replaced the windows with her own money, and two years earlier had even taken out a loan in her own name to have the parquet flooring in the living room … Read more
— I don’t care whose name is on the apartment. My son is going to live here, and she can find somewhere else to stay, — Galina Vasilyevna declared with such confidence that it sounded as though she were sitting not in someone else’s kitchen, but in a government office, issuing orders for an entire … Read more
“Tell your mother this: one more visit without an invitation, and the next conversation she has will be with the police,” Victoria said, calmly closing the folder of documents. Sergey looked up from his phone. He was sitting at the kitchen table in an old T-shirt, wearing the expression of a man who had just … Read more
— I’m not going to spend the entire summer serving your relatives. They can find somewhere else to vacation, — Victoria said firmly, folding the printed guest list in half. Maxim looked up from his phone. The family group chat was still glowing on the screen, where his mother was already discussing who would sleep … Read more
The wedding took place at the end of August. It was modest, with only about twenty guests, but it was exactly the kind of celebration Marina had wanted from the very beginning. No huge banquet hall packed with two hundred people—just a cozy café with a terrace and the people closest to them. After officially … Read more