— You’re still sitting at home? Seriously, Vika? — Igor theatrically raised an eyebrow, lifting his wine glass. — Startup, startup… Seven years after university, and you’re still stuck in your “promising projects.” Vika felt as if the table had moved away from her. Her parents’ apartment, the festive dinner, the smell of homemade dishes […]
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Anna stood by the window of her new kitchen and looked out at the yard that, just a month ago, had seemed perfect to her. A neat green lawn, young fir trees around the perimeter, tidy paths made of natural stone. But now half the lawn was dug up, turned into beds with tomatoes and […]
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Igor sat in his office, immersed in a heavy, almost physically tangible silence. It seemed even the clock on the wall was afraid to mark the time — its hands frozen, as if unwilling to break the silent grief hanging in the air. He stared at a single spot, the corner of the expensive dark […]
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Tatiana woke up early in the morning, as always. This habit had formed in her over the years, gradually, as if engraved on the skin of time. Her husband — Vladimir — was a man of strict rules and firm life principles. He didn’t like being late, couldn’t stand disorder, and always got up at […]
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