— Yes, I ordered pizza! Because I came home from work and I’m hungry, not in the mood to listen to your mother telling me I’m boiling potatoes wrong! If she’s so

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— Sveta, come on, don’t start right away. Mom just asked what we’re having for dinner,” Denis’s voice was coaxing, almost pleading. He could already feel the air thickening in their tiny kitchen, turning dense and viscous, like cooling kissel. Sveta didn’t answer. In silence she stirred a saucepan of thick, dark ruby sauce where … Read more

—So you took out a loan in my name, forging my signature, just so your friend wouldn’t look poor at his wedding?! Do you even realize what yo

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…and then Lenka from Accounting brought in a cake, can you imagine? It was her cat’s birthday. The whole department was laughing. There were even candles—tiny ones, like for a birthday cake.” Andrey’s voice—habitually upbeat and packed with the day’s impressions—died mid-sentence the moment he stepped into the kitchen. He expected to see his wife … Read more

Your mom called—she’s worried! Wants to know when you’re finally going to pressure me about selling the dacha! Tell her the springboard for your big takeoff is broken

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Just imagine it, Nika—just for a second,” Slava’s voice was coaxing, syrupy, like warm honey. He was sprawled across their wide bed with his hands laced behind his head, staring at the ceiling as if he didn’t see white plaster there, but blueprints for their brilliant future. “We sell that wreck. Just a patch of … Read more

Your mom called—she’s worried! She’s asking when you’ll finally pressure me into selling the dacha! Tell her the springboard for your ‘big takeoff’ just snapped…

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Just imagine it, Nika—just for a second,” Slava’s voice was coaxing, syrupy, like warm honey. He was sprawled across their wide bed with his hands laced behind his head, staring at the ceiling as if he didn’t see white plaster there, but blueprints for their brilliant future. “We sell that wreck. Just a patch of … Read more

So you’re lying to everyone again that you bought the apartment and the car all by yourself?” — the wife put her husband in his place in front of the guests.

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Natalya mechanically chopped an Olivier salad, staring through the kitchen window into the autumn courtyard. The guests were due any minute—Andrey had invited a few colleagues from work and a couple of friends from his university days. Another excuse to show off how “successful” they were, she thought, setting the knife aside. “Natalya, how’s it … Read more

Mom’s gone back home. We need to talk,” my husband said after I protected my apartment from my mother-in-law’s will.

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The notary said everything is ready. Tomorrow we sign,” Tatyana’s voice sounded far too cheerful for someone talking about a will. She stood in the living-room doorway, her eyes glittering with anticipation. Marina froze with a mug of tea in her hands. The hot ceramic burned her fingers, but she didn’t feel it. All her … Read more

Want to do their laundry, cook for them—go ahead. But I won’t be in this circus,” Sonya told her husband.

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Sonya stood by the window, watching her husband Kirill fussing around in the yard with his father. It didn’t seem like anything special—an ordinary Saturday—but a heaviness kept building in her chest. She tried not to show that she was tired, that she was angry, that she didn’t like what was happening—but inside, she’d been … Read more

Want to do their laundry, cook for them—go ahead. But I won’t be in this circus,” Sonya told her husband.

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Sonya stood by the window, watching her husband Kirill fussing around in the yard with his father. It didn’t seem like anything special—an ordinary Saturday—but a heaviness kept building in her chest. She tried not to show that she was tired, that she was angry, that she didn’t like what was happening—but inside, she’d been … Read more

And I’m not going to obey your mother—she’s a stranger to me! She has a husband and a son, so let her boss them around!” the wife hissed.

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Go to hell!” Oksana barked, flinging her purse onto the shoe rack in the entryway. The keys clattered as they flew to the floor. Artyom peeked out of the living room, where he’d been watching football. One look at his wife’s face told him—another run-in with his mother hadn’t gone well. “What is it this … Read more

We’re not married, no papers—so there’s nothing to split!” Asya barked, snatching the apartment keys out of his hand.

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Asya left the office at half past six, as usual. Working as a logistics specialist in a distribution company required constant attention — suppliers, clients, warehouses, documents. Seventy-two thousand a month did not come easily, but Asya was used to the responsibility. Four years ago it was this salary that allowed her to buy a … Read more