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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