For two days, Polinka sat in an unheated house. There was no warmth, but she knew: this was her home, her refuge. Her mother left on Wednesday afternoon and told her daughter not to go outside.

The mother left on Wednesday afternoon and told her daughter not to go outside. When Polinka went to bed, the stove was still warm, but by morning the house had cooled down. There was no sign of her mother, so the girl climbed out from under the blanket, slipped her feet into her felt boots, […]

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Am I interrupting?» Yana stood in the doorway, watching her beloved, who was being hugged by another woman.

Daughters always think their mothers are foolish and don’t understand anything in life, and then they regret it, but it’s too late! «I don’t think you’re foolish, but you really don’t understand anything! Vanya loves me! He’s waiting for me! Everything will be fine between us, you’ll see!» Yana grabbed her packed things and stuffed […]

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The young cleaner was tormented by the entire office. When the director found out who she was, he was speechless.

On payday, which Valya eagerly awaited, the CEO himself—who owned a whole network of companies—came to the office. Everyone trembled before him, except for the fearless Marianna. The boss, a former military man, appreciated her sharp mind, predatory beauty, courage, and audacity. As the management toured their properties, the boss made sure to visit his […]

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Deciding to test the new cleaner, the director left a wallet on the desk and turned on the camera. But when he saw the recording, he didn’t expect such a surprise…

Mikhail sat at the table, buried in a pile of papers, frowning. How did his father keep all this in his mind? If Mikhail had to process all that these numbers represented, through his mind, nerves, and heart, he too wouldn’t be looking at them like a student glancing at notes for a class he’d […]

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I started working as a caregiver for an elderly woman, but something strange happens with her at night.

Lord, he’s screaming again. It’s been the third night already… «Quiet, darling, quiet. They will hear us.» The old apartment greeted me with the smell of lavender and antiquities. A typical museum of the Soviet era—carpets on the walls, crystal in the cabinet, and photographs, photographs, photographs. Honestly, I was a bit intimidated as I […]

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