Olga had barely closed the door behind her, kicked off her shoes, and stretched—dreaming of hot tea and silence. But instead of the usual “How was your day?” she was met by Alexey, standing in the middle of the kitchen with a sheet of paper in his hands. His face was tense, as if he … Read more
— Have you lost it, Ilya? — his mother’s voice cut through the air like a knife. — You know perfectly well the apartment isn’t going to you alone! — Mom, — Ilya leaned on the kitchen doorframe with his arms crossed, — here you go again. No theatrics, okay? Just give me the documents. … Read more
Irina opened the door and froze. On the threshold stood Anton’s parents—Viktor Petrovich and Galina Nikolaevna. The very people who, three years earlier, had thrown her out of their home when they found out she was pregnant. “Hello, Irochka,” Galina Nikolaevna tried to smile, but it came out crooked. “We’ve come to meet Mashenka.” “You … Read more
The restaurant Maxim chose was on the top floor of one of Stalin’s high-rises. It wasn’t flashy so much as exclusive—statusy, for insiders. Lena stepped into the dim hall where soft music mingled with the clink of glasses. Maxim was already waiting at a table by the window, with a breathtaking view of the night-time … Read more
Lika was just finishing her coffee during the break between appointments—a warm, slightly bitter sip was supposed to perk her up before the next couple of hours of intense work. She set the cup on the table and reached for a napkin when, with a loud clatter, a chair dropped down beside her. Alla, an … Read more
“So,” the notary—a woman in her fifties with perfectly even eyebrows (drawn on, of course)—opened a folder. “Nadezhda Pavlovna Zavyalova, your aunt, passed away on the third. The will was made in the presence of two witnesses and notarized six months ago. The heir…” She narrowed her eyes and gave a slight nod. “Is you. … Read more
Mom, I can’t live like this anymore!” Kristina’s voice trembled with strain, and she nervously clasped her fingers, digging her nails into her palms. The girl looked desperate. Tamara lifted her eyes from the cup she was filling with fragrant bergamot tea. The woman’s gaze held genuine worry for her younger daughter, who, alas, had … Read more
Mom decided to go through motherhood a second time differently: she focused on early development, ditched diapers and store-bought baby purées, and cooked everything herself. And Masha thought that meant hiking was over. But a year later her mom called and asked Masha: “Can you watch Nika this weekend? We’ve got a training trip. Normally … Read more
Ol, hang in there. My aunt from St. Petersburg called—same kind of story… only her mother-in-law moved in with a dog.” “Just don’t freak out, okay?” Pyotr peeked into the kitchen with the look of a cat that’s stolen a chicken leg and is now waiting for someone to chase him with a slipper. Olga … Read more
It happened on a Friday evening. I walked into the apartment carrying a large velvet box, feeling a little guilty—but happy at the same time. For the first time in many years, I’d bought myself not just a thing, but a luxury. A real mink coat the color of bitter chocolate. It was my bonus, … Read more