Lilia was putting the child’s clothes away in the dresser when the front door slammed with unusual force. Five-year-old Maksim was already asleep in his bed, and the woman tried not to make any noise. The autumn evening outside was quiet; only occasionally did fallen leaves rustle under the feet of the rare passersby. Her … Read more
Natalia opened the door to her two-room apartment and headed straight for the kitchen. The October evening had turned out rainy, and after a hard day at the design agency she wanted to quickly cook something warm and hearty. Sergei was due back from work in half an hour, and Natalia planned to greet her … Read more
Late in the afternoon, the Regency Grand Hotel’s revolving doors in Dallas whispered around and released a man in his fifties into the lobby. His skin carried the bronze of a lifetime beneath the Texas sun; a faded denim jacket, smudged with soil, hung off his shoulders; old leather boots wore the chalky memory of … Read more
The sun climbed over a sleepy town, a soft gold washing the rooftops, yet under that quiet a storm coiled, ready to break. On the marble steps of a rose-draped luxury hotel, a wedding machine hummed to life. The groom, Daniel—crisp tuxedo, polished shoes, a grin tuned to smug perfection—worked the crowd of magnates and … Read more
— Katya, about Saturday, — Andrey began as he walked into the kitchen. He stopped in the middle of the room, leaning against the doorframe with deliberate nonchalance. The gesture, meant to look relaxed, gave him away completely. It was how he always started this conversation. Once every three months. Before his mother came. Katya … Read more
The gate creaked shrilly and nastily, as if underlining the end of yet another quarrel with my mother. I was almost running to the car, swallowing tears and feeling how badly my hands were shaking. Behind me were the half-weeded garden, the half-picked raspberries, and… Mom. Alone again at her dacha. The day was hot. … Read more
“Take him—please!” The woman practically shoved a scuffed leather suitcase into my hands and pushed the little boy toward me. I almost dropped the bag of groceries—I was bringing city treats to our neighbors in the village. “Excuse me? I don’t even know you…” “His name is Misha. He’s three and a half.” The woman … Read more
It was late when Liza finally slipped into the quiet kitchen. After tucking the children into bed, she boiled the kettle, poured tea into her favorite mug, and sat at the table to breathe for a moment. Roma still hadn’t come home. Lately, work had swallowed him whole; late nights were becoming routine. She felt … Read more
It seemed Kirill had calculated everything: sham bankruptcy, divorce, secret accounts. But he forgot that Anya was not just a “modest housewife.” Behind the borscht and baby diapers was a woman capable of turning his lies into financial ruin. When the last illusions collapsed, only one question remained: what’s worse—losing your business, or finding out … Read more
“— Well… and when were you planning to tell me everything?” The son stared at the stunned Natasha with hatred in his eyes. “Gleb, baby, what is it? What happened?” “I know everything… Mo-ther.” He practically spat the last word into his mother’s face. “Well then tell me, I’d like to know too,” Natasha tried … Read more