Part 1 “Valera, you’ve got visitors!” Irina called out when she heard the doorbell ring on Saturday morning. She had just sat down to check her eighth-graders’ tests, spreading the exercise books out on the kitchen table. Sunday was tomorrow, and on Monday she had to submit the academic performance report. Off to the side … Read more
— “Are you trying to give Mom a heart attack on purpose?” Nikolai flared up, tossing the TV remote onto the table like it was a grenade. — “Don’t be dramatic,” Elena replied wearily, not pausing from washing the dishes. “Let her at least stop rummaging through my cupboards first.” — “She wants what’s best … Read more
— Could you at least warn me for once that she’s coming again? — Ira’s voice was tight, stretched thin like a drawn wire. Sergey stood with the refrigerator door open, drinking straight from the bottle. He didn’t even glance in her direction. — Who? — he asked, flat and detached, as if he genuinely … Read more
The final rays of September sun drifted softly across the kitchen, glinting off a copper basin used for making jam. The air was heavy with the sweet, spicy perfume of a cinnamon apple pie, still warm from the oven. Marina wiped her hands on her apron and surveyed the table with quiet pride. Everything was … Read more
Raisa was sitting at her desk, reviewing the quarterly reports, when her phone gave a soft vibration. Without thinking, she glanced at the screen and saw a bank alert. At first she didn’t pay it much attention—most notifications were either her salary being deposited or some useless promotional offer. But then her eyes snagged … Read more
Kirill said it without even lifting his eyes from his phone. He sat in the kitchen in his briefs and a tank top, chewing a sandwich and scrolling his feed as if he’d just casually mentioned that it might rain tomorrow. “Your career can wait! My mom is coming, and you’re going to stay with … Read more
The couch had sagged under Maksim so much that it formed a perfect hollow shaped like his body. Three months was plenty of time for furniture to memorize its owner. The monitor pulsed with a bluish-green light, reflected in his tired eyes. Somewhere in the background, music from the game droned on, and his … Read more
Marina heard the front door creak earlier than usual. Friday, five-thirty—Igor never came home that early. She hurried to slide the shoebox from her new boots under the couch, but she instantly knew she hadn’t made it in time: her husband was already in the living room doorway, and his eyes were locked on her … Read more
Lena stood at the window, staring at the rain-slick asphalt below. The downpour blurred the border between the sidewalk and the street until everything melted into one dull, gray smear. Her phone buzzed in her pocket — Igor. She rejected the call and muted the ringer. Three days earlier, she had closed the savings deposit. … Read more
The key wouldn’t work. Inna stood on the fifth-floor landing with her suitcase at her feet, trying to understand what was wrong. The key slipped into the lock, but after that the metal hit something new—something foreign. She tried again. And again. No use. She pressed the doorbell. Footsteps sounded inside. The door opened a … Read more