“An overdue loan payment? What loan?” Zinaida pressed the phone between her ear and shoulder, trying with her free hand to catch the cash register log as it slid off the desk. “Credit agreement number seven-three-four-eight, dated November twenty-second of last year,” the woman’s indifferent voice droned in the receiver. “Issued in your name as … Read more
“This area is for VIP clients; you’re not allowed in here,” Igor hissed at me, his fingers digging into my forearm. They were cold—like the look he’d been giving me for the last ten years. I silently stared at the heavy velvet rope blocking the entrance to the fireplace lounge. There, in the soft light … Read more
Granny Anya drank some sour milk, said her prayers, and got ready for bed. Her knees ached worse than usual today. The alcohol rub didn’t help, and she’d run out of ointment. Ah, look what she’d come to. Her eyes barely saw, her back was twisted with pain, her knees throbbed. And when would God … Read more
“I’m pregnant,” I said, and a smile spread across my face all by itself. Kirill, standing by the window, froze. He didn’t even turn around, but in the glass I saw his shoulders tense. I was waiting for a hug, joyful shouting—anything at all, but not that strange, rigid stillness. “Me too,” Lena’s quiet … Read more
“I definitely wouldn’t marry a man like that!” rang out a clear, bright child’s voice in the silence—surprisingly confident for someone so young. Marina flinched and turned sharply. In front of her stood a little girl—about six, with a long fair braid, a worn jacket, and eyes that held a strange, beyond-her-years clarity. The … Read more
Galina Petrovna stepped over the threshold of our apartment like she owned the place, and I realized—what I’d feared most was starting. “Darya, pack your things,” my mother-in-law said, not bothering with a greeting. “You’re moving back in with us. We’re selling this apartment.” I froze with a cup of coffee in my hand. … Read more
“Are you kidding me?” Oleg shook his phone in front of his wife’s face as if it were irrefutable evidence. “I’m trying to pay for a cab and it says ‘insufficient funds.’ What, did you withdraw all the money?” Anna slowly lifted her eyes from her book. Her face was calm, almost detached, and that … Read more
The words stabbed into Dasha like shards of glass. She stood by the living-room window, holding the younger one—little Kira wasn’t even a year old yet—while four-year-old Misha clung to her leg, sensing that something terrible was happening. “Stay on your own with your litter!” her mother-in-law, Zinaida Petrovna, said as if she were spitting … Read more
That day was supposed to be completely different. Sergey and I had planned to spend a quiet weekend at the dacha—grill some shashlik, putter around in the garden beds, and just laze in the hammock. But those plans crumbled to dust in an instant, the moment I walked into the house. As always, the first … Read more
Alexey stood in front of the door to his apartment, his keys trembling in his hand. Three days ago he had slammed this very door shut to teach Irina a lesson. Three days of proud absence at his ex’s dacha. Three days that were supposed to make his wife understand how deeply she had … Read more