“Sweetheart, you know how much I love you,” Igor said in the voice people usually use with small children when trying to persuade them to finish their porridge. “There’s just one document here. It’s a formality—nothing important.” Marina looked at her husband. He was standing by the window, broad-shouldered, wearing the same lazy confidence that … Read more
“After the divorce, you can start looking for somewhere else to live,” Sergey said calmly. “The apartment will stay with Mom and me. You wouldn’t use this many rooms by yourself anyway.” Irina slowly turned her head and looked at her husband. Sergey was sitting at the kitchen table, leaning confidently against the back of … Read more
“Smart boy,” Margarita Genrikhovna said proudly. “Women come and go, but real estate stays. Let that little fool of yours believe the two of you are building a family. Just pretend you’re making an effort too. Buy her some flowers on International Women’s Day so she won’t complain.” Every morning began with the same routine … Read more
Zoya sat at the kitchen table, slowly turning a teaspoon between her fingers. Dmitry stood across from her, leaning against the doorframe and looking as though everything had already been decided. Between them lay a sheet of paper—a neatly typed document he had brought home ten minutes earlier. “Have you read it?” Dmitry asked. “I … Read more
“My wife, Vadim, is a textbook example of a woman who doesn’t know what to do with all her free time and her husband’s money,” Igor declared loudly, stabbing his fork into a juicy slice of roast pork with obvious self-satisfaction. “I told her from the start: if you want to play businesswoman, go ahead, … Read more
“Pasha, you got your bonus yesterday, right? That means tomorrow after work we’re going to pick up my laptop while the discount is still valid. I’ve already saved the model in my cart so we won’t have to search for it again.” “Listen, Kristina, maybe we should hold off on that purchase for now,” Pavel … Read more
“Since you’re currently unemployed, you’ll take care of my mother for free,” Tamara Viktorovna announced, calmly reaching for a napkin as though she were merely explaining who would buy bread the next day. Alyona stopped cutting the roasted meat and looked first at her mother-in-law, then at her husband. The kitchen extractor fan hummed above … Read more
“Tonight I’m going to the restaurant with Mom. You’ll stay home with Grandma,” Maksim said, fastening his jacket in front of the mirror. Yulia stood by the wardrobe with a pair of earrings in her palm. For a moment, she did not turn toward her husband. Through the open window came the distant hum of … Read more
“Clear out of the apartment. Neither you nor your mother will be living here anymore.” Arina set her travel bag beside the hall cabinet and shut the front door. The lock clicked with unusual sharpness. In the kitchen, the clinking of spoons stopped. Dmitry was sitting by the window in a casual T-shirt, as though … Read more
“Since your wife already owns an apartment, we’ll register the new one in your sister’s name right away,” Valentina Pavlovna declared confidently, reaching for a napkin as though she had just settled an ordinary discussion about buying a refrigerator. For several seconds, silence hung over the table. Outside the open window, the August courtyard buzzed … Read more