Breakfast with a Taste of Betrayal Larisa stood by the stove, poking at the omelet with a spoon, which had long since turned into a soggy rag left out in the rain. The smell of coffee, burnt milk, and something else—an unsettling hint of someone else’s lies—lingered in the air. She frowned. Boris had been […]
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Zina stopped in front of the display with upholstered furniture and smiled dreamily: «Slavik, look at this sofa! Can you imagine how it will look in the living room of our new apartment? Leather, comfortable. Let’s at least sit down and try it?» Vyacheslav shrugged irritably: «Zin, how much longer? We just came to buy […]
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Call your village mom! Let her come and clean up after me since you’re not capable of handling it yourself.» These words, thrown sharply with a venomous sneer, sliced through the silence of the living room like a whip. Everyone in the room froze in shock. Even Sasha, holding a spoon over a cup of […]
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Where was your head when you got involved with her?» Irina Andreevna fumed upon learning that her son was about to marry Yulia. «She’s only nineteen, what kind of wife will she be?» «What can I do now?» Nikita, twenty-three, shrugged. «It just happened…» «Just happened…» Irina Andreevna repeated after her son. «All these years, […]
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