Olga came to the village, to her long-abandoned nest, to visit her parents. Or rather, their silent marble markers on the hill by the church. To straighten the railing, touch up the little stars, and talk to the wind, which seemed to keep the whisper of their voices.

The autumn air in the settlement of Lesnaya Sloboda was thick, sweet, and searingly cold. It smelled of rotting leaves, smoke from stove pipes, and that special, timeless silence that wraps the soul like a good old blanket. Olga had come here, to the nest she’d left long ago, to visit her parents—or rather, their […]

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You’re nothing without me—a penniless housewife!” the husband declared during the divorce. But he didn’t know my “hobby” was a company with seven-figure turnover.

— “The apartment obviously stays with me. The cars too,” my husband Kirill’s voice cut like a knife, bouncing off the polished walls of the lawyer’s office. He wasn’t talking to me, but to my representative—a young guy in a perfect suit who, until then, had only been nodding silently. “I’ll toss you a little […]

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This area is for VIP clients—you’re not allowed in,” my husband hissed at me in the restaurant. He didn’t know I had just bought the place.

“This area is for VIP clients; you’re not allowed in here,” Igor hissed at me, his fingers digging into my forearm. They were cold—like the look he’d been giving me for the last ten years. I silently stared at the heavy velvet rope blocking the entrance to the fireplace lounge. There, in the soft light […]

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