Ivan was a man whose life resembled an endless carnival—dazzling and unrestrained. His world was woven from luxury, power, and permissiveness: pristine white yachts, sparkling champagne, wild parties lasting until dawn, multimillion-dollar deals capable of shaking entire markets. He lived as if he had stepped right out of the pages of a glamorous novel—where every […]
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The phone was literally exploding with calls. It didn’t stop for a second, trembling on the table like a living creature ready to bolt into a furious run. I had muted it yesterday when the first journalist tried to squeeze a comment out of me, but even in silent mode, the screen still beckoned, blinking […]
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The office door slammed open with a deafening crash, hitting the wall so hard that the freshly painted surface immediately dented ugly. In the doorway stood the director like a thundercloud — Arkady Sergeyevich Glebov. His face was flushed a deep crimson, and a blue vein bulged on his forehead, pulsing with rage. His eyes, […]
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I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection as if trying to see the person I used to be. But instead of a confident, radiant woman of thirty-two, I saw a pale, exhausted shadow. My skin had lost its former glow, turning gray as if lifeless. Deep shadows lay under my eyes—not […]
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The sterile cleanliness of the private clinic room struck the eye like a temple of soulless medicine, where every corner was polished to a flawless shine. The air was saturated with a barely perceptible scent of disinfectants — bleach, medicines, and something else, elusive and cold, as if even the smell here was not allowed […]
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Vera Ivanova, hunched over, walked out of the courthouse—as if her soul had stayed behind on the cold benches among dry words and indifferent glances. She looked like a shadow of herself, as if she had been crossed out of life like an unnecessary word from a text. Her gray coat, crumpled and carelessly thrown […]
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Orphan Maria sat in the cold, grave-like room of the notary, hunched under the weight of hostile, malicious glances. On either side of her—like wolves at the edges of a pen—sat Grigory, her husband, and his mistress, Lidia. He wore a smug grin, as if he had already won; she gave a venomous chuckle, as […]
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— Tolik, you’re going to pick me up from work, right? We’re going to the theater tonight, remember? — Natasha glanced at the clock. There was an hour and a half left before the performance. And, as if on cue, rain mixed with snow started falling. She had spent the whole morning doing her hair. […]
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— Dear guests, I have a special gift for my husband’s birthday, — Svetlana pulled a small box out of her bag, and her mother-in-law’s face turned green with anger. — Shame! Aren’t you ashamed, you promiscuous woman?! — Galina Arkadyevna burst out. The guests fell silent. A hush fell over the table… Svetlana’s husband […]
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An old, crooked house with an overgrown garden, but with a soul. That’s exactly how Alyona saw it in the advertisement. And her heart skipped a beat. The city hustle and bustle had worn her out. Alyona needed a place where time flows slowly, and merging with nature would help heal the torn wounds after […]
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