— That’s enough, Larisa Pavlovna! The apartment isn’t yours, and your son isn’t a slave. Take him and get out! No one is going to put up with you anymore!

Victoria held the key in her hand—small, metal, yet heavy with an entire lifetime. As if it wasn’t a key at all, but a medal for surviving a strange discipline called “five years without joy.” The cold, prickly metal burned her fingers, and not because of the February frost—because of what it meant: every morning […]

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— This isn’t a gift for your mother. This is my apartment!” the wife shouted in rage as she threw her husband’s belongings out the door.

“What are these slippers doing in our entryway?” Antonina froze on the threshold without taking off her shoes and stared at the shabby blue house slippers—blue like paint left out on a shed two summers ago. Not hers. And definitely not Sergey’s. “Mom stopped by,” her husband’s voice drifted in from the kitchen. Even. Smooth […]

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You took out a loan to fund your relatives’ dreams? I’m not taking part in this circus—don’t count on me,” the wife declared.

A July evening in the two-room apartment on Stroiteley Street was especially stifling. Irina sat in an armchair by the window, turning over in her mind the events of the past few weeks. A thirty-five-year-old elementary school teacher, she had always been observant and good at noticing details that slipped past others. Those traits helped […]

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I’m the one paying the mortgage, and for some reason your mother has decided that part of this apartment belongs to her,” I glared angrily at my husband.

Do you even realize how I feel when I come home and see that everything’s been rearranged?” Polina stood in the middle of the living room, looking at her husband. Tension rang in her voice. “I’m the one paying the mortgage, and for some reason your mother has decided that she has a share in […]

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Sign here, and the apartment will pass into the ownership of Antonina Pavlovna,” the notary said, pushing the documents toward me, and just then I noticed the triumphant smile.

“Sign here and the apartment will be transferred to Antonina Pavlovna,” the notary said, pushing the papers toward her. But Marina’s hand froze in mid-air when she saw the triumphant smile on her mother-in-law’s face. The notary’s office was stuffy despite the air conditioner humming in the corner. Marina Sergeyevna sat at a massive oak […]

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We’ll put the apartment in Irka’s name, and you and the kids can stay at my mom’s for now,” said my husband, without looking up from his phone.

So here’s what I was thinking… Let’s give the apartment to Irka. And we’ll crash at your mother’s place for a while,” Vitaliy said without looking up from his phone, poking at his cutlet with a fork. Olga froze with her cup of tea halfway to her lips. Outside, the rain was drumming against the […]

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— “Your mother registered her new husband at my apartment? I’ll have both of them evicted through the courts,” I said to my husband.

Your mother registered her new husband in my apartment? I’m evicting both of them through the courts,” I flung the documents onto the table and stared at my husband. Sergey turned pale. He slowly raised his head from his phone, and I noticed his hands trembling. “Lena, calm down. It’s temporary… just for a couple […]

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