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Irina was sitting at her desk when someone knocked on the office door. Oleg peeked inside, looking at the familiar space with a somehow new gaze. “May I come in?” he asked, though he had already stepped over the threshold. She nodded without taking her eyes off the screen. The house had been inherited from … Read more

The plate with dinner flew into the trash can. The sharp crash of porcelain against plastic made me flinch. “Even the dog won’t eat your cutlets,” my husband laughed, pointing to the dog who demonstratively turned away from the piece offered to him. Dmitry wiped his hands on an expensive kitchen towel I had bought … Read more

— Where were you wandering until eleven, huh? — Maxim’s voice came from the bathroom. He slipped through the morning like a drop of ketchup on a white shirt: not a catastrophe, but it spoiled the mood. Elena, already fully ready to go, keys in hand and a serious face, froze at the kitchen doorway. … Read more

— “I told your sister not to come today. The guys are coming over—we’ll play poker.” The morning was perfect. The kind that happen only in a new apartment, when the smell of fresh paint hasn’t fully faded and the sunbeams, slipping through perfectly clean glass, seem especially bright and full of promise. Liza sat … Read more

The door to the auto repair shop squeaked unpleasantly. The smell of gasoline and engine oil hit my nose— the scent of my past, from which I had been running for so long. In the center of the room, under the “Ford” hanging from chains, stood he. Sergey. My ex-husband. The same as before— in … Read more

— Katya, urgent! I need money. Fifty thousand. By tonight. Slava burst into the apartment without taking off his jacket or shoes, leaving wet traces of melted street snow on the clean laminate. The hallway instantly filled with the smell of cold synthetic fabric and tension. Ekaterina didn’t even turn her head. She was sitting … Read more

“Is that you? Vera?” “Hello, Kostya. Didn’t expect to see me?” A woman stood before him, poised, her back straight, a faint half-smile playing on her lips. Gone were the days of pleading and pain in her eyes. Kostya noticed the change in her. She looked different. Her outfit was simple but not inexpensive, her … Read more

“— And the toast?” my husband’s voice cut through the rich aroma of roasted meat. “To family. May it only grow bigger.” Stas raised his glass but didn’t look at me. His gaze—warm and a little nervous—was fixed on my sister. On Lenka. She was sitting across from us, fiddling with the edge of her … Read more

My name is Tamara Alexeyevna. I’m seventy-four. Once, my life was full—filled with love, work I adored, a warm home, and three beautiful children. But everything changed ten years ago when my husband passed away. His heart simply gave out. After he was gone, the house felt cold and hollow, and slowly, I began to … Read more

“Mom, we’ve been thinking,” my son Oleg began cautiously, barely stepping across the threshold. His wife Anya, standing behind him, nodded vigorously, as if to confirm the wisdom of his every word. She carried into the hallway the scent of expensive perfume — and a sickly-sweet hint of unease. “That always ends badly,” I muttered … Read more