Zinaida snapped the MacBook lid shut with such ferocity it was as if the laptop were to blame for all her troubles. It had been a rotten day. The client had changed the spec three times, and the doctor on the phone hinted at increasing her medication. As if she weren’t already a walking pharmacy. […]
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While cleaning the house of a wealthy lady, a cleaner accidentally came upon an old locket and a photograph—items that had belonged to her long-deceased grandmother. “Of course, I should have known better than to let the likes of you into my house! Next you’ll be hauling off the walls!” sneered Snezhana Olegovna, her lips […]
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Life in the village of Orekhovo was like an old, sun-faded photograph—achingly familiar, washed-out, but no less dear to the heart for it. For Alisa, this little world, tucked away among endless fields and whispering forests, was both cradle and cage. She grew up to the accompaniment of cows’ lowing and the morning clatter of […]
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When Irina walked into the hallway, the air smelled of tobacco. The light in the corridor wasn’t on—the bulb that Andrey had promised to replace a week ago was still dead. She fumbled for the lamp in the living room, switched it on, and saw her husband sitting on the couch with a weary face […]
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Yana turned the key in the lock and let out a sigh of relief. Finally home. Behind her was another exhausting day at the office, where clients demanded the impossible and management pressed with deadlines. Her two-room apartment greeted her with its usual order and silence—everything lay exactly where it was supposed to. She kicked […]
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