“Explain why our hair salon is now cutting ragamuffins?” — the boss fumed, addressing the staff.

Asya was never known for any outstanding abilities. From early childhood, she realized that nature had not favored her with good looks. Her grandmother, glancing at her granddaughter, would always sigh and say: “Ah, who did you take after? Probably your father.” “Grandma, what was my father like?” Asya asked. “How should I know, child? … Read more

A businessman searched for his missing daughter for 16 years, not knowing that she had long been living and working in his own house.

Svetlana was sobbing, burying her face in a pillow. Her heartbreaking gasps tore through the silence of the room. Aleksey couldn’t find peace — he nervously paced from corner to corner, trying to understand how something like this could even happen. “How can you lose a child?” he asked, trying to restrain his anger. “I … Read more

You can even go into debt — I don’t care. I won’t spend a single ruble on my mother-in-law.”

Natalya stood by the kitchen window, watching the summer yard where children were running between the swings, their screams coming through the open window sash. The heat had promised to be unbearable since the morning. The air conditioner was humming at full power, but the coolness did nothing to relieve the stuffy feeling that had … Read more

My husband gave everything to his brother. I just opened the screen. My husband’s messages with the “poor” brother turned out to be nothing about debts.

Vika was standing by the sink, washing the dishes after dinner, when Dmitry came home. Her husband looked unusually tense—his eyebrows were furrowed, shoulders slumped. Usually, after work Dmitry joked around, told stories about his colleagues, but today he silently went into the room and plopped down on the couch. “What’s wrong?” Vika wiped her … Read more

— We’ll celebrate Mom’s anniversary at our dacha. You take care of the cooking and greeting the guests, — said her husband.

Vera was sitting on the bed, sorting through summer dresses. The tickets lay on the nightstand — the train to Sochi was tomorrow morning. A week of planning, choosing a hotel, studying routes. The first vacation in three years when she could just be herself. Not a wife, not a hostess, not the organizer of … Read more

Anya was sitting in the armchair, looking at a lipstick. It wasn’t hers… She never wears lipstick. And certainly not such a bright red color.

Anya was sitting in the armchair, examining a lipstick. It wasn’t hers… She never wore lipstick. Especially not such a bright red color. Once, having found a long black hair on the car headrest, Anya asked her husband whose it was, since she was a brunette with a bob haircut. “Ah… don’t stress about it. … Read more

Grandmother brought baked goods to the orphanage. Everyone thought she was simply a kind soul… Until the truth was revealed on the news.

Chapter 1: The Ghost of the Past Valentina Stepanovna appeared at the “Solnyshko” shelter in early October — a small, stooped woman in an old, worn coat and a headscarf tied in a girlish way. She was dragging a large wheeled bag behind her, stopping every few steps to catch her breath. The wind fluttered … Read more