Anastasia was arranging the buns, taking her usual place behind the counter. The scent of baked goods filled the small shop. She liked working in the residential area of Yekaterinburg. For Anastasia, this store was more than just a business. It was a legacy she received from her parents. The bell over the door rang, … Read more
Veronika slowly lowered the cup of cooling coffee. Her fingers, adorned with rings—gifts from her husband over twenty years of marriage—trembled slightly. Through the vast panoramic window of the Bellagio restaurant, the view of the evening city spread out, yet she noticed neither the twinkling lights nor the bustling waiters. Her entire world had shrunk … Read more
Lida lived with her husband, Oleg, for twelve years. But then she found a trace of another woman’s lipstick on his shirt. She was not a foolish woman and understood immediately. But just to be sure, she checked his phone and found several messages from a certain Varvara. At first, it was business correspondence, … Read more
Anton had always considered himself the master of his life. Even back in college, he managed to move in such a way that his classmates could only gape in amazement. While others were slogging over textbooks, Anton was already busy with business. Sometimes he was reselling cars, other times he was assembling computers to order. … Read more
Lyud, you understand…” Volodya began. “No, I love you, but you look so much like her and… I’m confused.” She suspected that he might be cheating on her, but she could never have guessed with whom. It was some kind of madhouse. It just didn’t add up. “Don’t, don’t explain,” she said, suddenly feeling indifferent … Read more
You know, I’ve always dreamed of having my own place,” I said with a faint smile, looking at the keys he held in his hands. “And I’ve always had my own place,” he replied with that same smile, which now only caused me disgust. It was already 9:30 PM. I checked my phone again—no messages … Read more
— What happened? — asked Anya, watching her husband’s reaction. Vitya, clutching the phone tightly in his hand, slowly sank onto the sofa. “— My mom’s house burned down,” — he managed to say. “— How?” — Anya said, confused, as she sat down next to him. “— I don’t know; she just called and … Read more
Yulia Antonovna had served the Grigoryevs’ household for a long time — Vladimir and Lyudmila. Today, the hosts had gone somewhere, and the maid, having finished all the household chores, sat down to rest by the window. Suddenly, her attention was drawn to a little boy outside. Thin, in tattered clothes, he was wandering along … Read more
Anna sat on the edge of the sofa, in the half-light of the living room, listening to the washing machine purring quietly behind the wall. The evening stretched on endlessly, reminiscent of hundreds of similar evenings over the past two years. Andrey wasn’t in any hurry to come home. She knew that soon he would … Read more
Are you sure?” the realtor reviewed the documents once more. “A deed of gift is serious. It will be difficult to reverse later.” “I’m sure,” Yana signed. Her hand did not tremble—she had decided everything. The May morning bathed the notary office in sunlight. The air conditioner hummed peacefully on the windowsill, and the reception … Read more