Vika went to the concert without her husband. She didn’t know he would be there too. She was sure he was at work… Vika had planned to go to the concert with her husband. She had bought the tickets a month in advance. All week she’d been getting ready to see her favorite actor. New […]
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Irina stood by the kitchen window, watching as October leaves swirled in the air before falling onto the wet asphalt. Ten-year-old Katya was fussing with her homework at the table, glancing at her mother now and then in the hope of getting help with math. “Mom, how do I solve this problem?” the girl asked, […]
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“Sign it, Kseniya Arkadyevna, and let’s put an end to this farce.” Rodion carelessly slid a folder of documents toward me. His well-groomed fingers drummed on the mahogany desk, and that same smirk I’d come to hate over the years played on his lips. The smirk of a predator cornering its prey. “What is this?” […]
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On a rain-lashed evening in a sleepy town, a young waitress named Emily Parker spotted four little girls pressed to the fogged window of her diner. Their sweaters were ripped, their cheeks chalky, and in their eyes lived the quiet ache of hunger and being nobody’s child. Emily felt something pull tight inside her chest. […]
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When her husband walked out, Priya was only twenty-five. He said he was leaving for work overseas—and then vanished from her life as if he’d stepped off the edge of the earth. Priya cried until her ribs ached. Even so, with swollen eyes and hands that wouldn’t stop trembling, she stood by the stove and […]
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Irina checked the grocery list one last time before closing the trunk. Cans of stew, pasta, grains, vegetables for salad—enough for a week of peaceful rest. Their son, Artyom, was already in the back seat with his tablet, and her husband, Nikolai, was starting the car. “Finally we’ll make it to the dacha,” Irina said, […]
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— Yulya, Anya just called. She wants to talk. Yulia didn’t immediately tear herself away from what she was doing. She sat at her work desk, which looked more like a spaceship control panel—crowded with lamps, sterilizing devices, and dozens of tiny bottles of bright nail polishes. Methodically, she wiped each drill bit with a […]
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Vika picked up the grocery bag and unhurriedly climbed to the fifth floor. September rain tapped against the stairwell windows, and her heart felt calm. In the six months since the divorce, life had finally fallen into place. No one demanded explanations about where she’d spent money, no one criticized her cooking or fumed about […]
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Elena opened her eyes at the sound of the alarm and reached for the nightstand, where a white envelope with a bank card lay. Every morning she checked that it was there—a habit she’d formed over two years of painstaking saving. Five hundred thousand rubles in a separate account were earmarked for the down payment […]
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Again with this sour stuff? Lena, are you pouring vinegar into the borscht or what? I’ve told you a hundred times—my mother’s was sweet and rich. And this? Beet water. And sour on top of it.” Pavel pushed the plate away with disgust, and the scrape of faience on the tablecloth cut Lena more sharply […]
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