— “You always knew I wasn’t a prize!” — Viktor threw his keys onto the dresser. — “But right now you’re just being hysterical!” — “Hysterical?” — Marina pressed a palm to her chest. — “I’m hysterical when your Svetka called me herself?” — “What Svetka? What are you even talking about?” Viktor was terrified […]
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Marina stopped in the bedroom doorway, watching Roman hurriedly pack his things into a scuffed backpack. His movements were sharp, jittery—as if he were getting ready to flee. The zipper snapped shut with a metallic click, and he turned his back to the wardrobe. — Going somewhere? — She stepped into the room. — Rom? […]
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Marina paced the living room nervously, lost in deep thought. She was torn by conflicting feelings—a mix of confusion and inner unease. Nothing had gone the way she’d planned, and now she didn’t know which choice to make. The day before, during a visit to the notary, she’d been stunned by unexpected news: six months […]
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I was taking plates down from the shelf for the guests when I caught a snatch of conversation in the hallway. Nina, my cousin, was whispering to Artyom, but clearly enough: “She works at a bank—she gets bonuses and incentives… They say Marina’s already paid for everything. Can you imagine what a celebration it’ll be?” […]
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