The husband brought a drunk into the house for his wife, then ran off to his mistress. But after some time…

Zhanna sat in the kitchen; her eyes were puffy from tears, her hands shaking. Yesterday her husband, Andrey, had come home acting strangely—silent, avoiding her gaze, nervously fingering something in his pocket. And this morning he announced, as if handing down a sentence: “I’m leaving, Zhanna. I need to be alone. But I can’t leave […]

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— Egor? Your wife is at my place; she needs a change of clothes. Really needs it. She’s sitting in my bathroom with nothing on.

Violetta turned off the ignition and grabbed her phone on the second ring. “Mr. Grigory Sergeyevich?” “My golden goose, turn around!” her boss sounded deflated. “The deal fell through. Business trip is canceled.” Violetta looked at the airport board through the windshield, then at the suitcase on the back seat. “What do you mean, fell […]

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