Anna stood in the kitchen, immersed in pleasant chores. Outside, morning was slowly breaking, filling the room with a soft golden light. Today she had a day off—the first after weeks of intense work—and she had planned every hour in advance. “Anyuta, how about we hit the shops? Refresh your wardrobe, have a little fun?” […]
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— Sveta, did you put onion in the cutlets again? I told you, it gives me heartburn. Angela’s voice, lazy and drawling, seeped into the kitchen from the couch in the living room, which had become her personal lair over the past three months. Without turning around, Svetlana brought the heavy knife down on the […]
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When I got married at thirty, I didn’t have a penny to my name. No, I wasn’t poor—I just had no savings, no inheritance, no financial cushion. My wife, Anna, came from the same kind of family, where every kopek was accounted for. Her only close relative was her father, a quiet, taciturn man in […]
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— “Olya, I’ll wash them. Just later, okay? I’m completely wiped,” Maxim’s lazy, relaxed voice drifted from the living room, where he’d already settled comfortably on the couch in front of the TV. The sounds of gunfire and car chases from the movie blended dully with his words, turning them into background noise. Olga stood […]
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— Dimochka, my son, it’s me… — the voice on the phone was weak, cracked, laden with universal grief. Dima, sitting at the kitchen table scrolling through mortgage offers on his laptop, tensed up. He shot a quick, almost guilty glance at his wife. Sveta stood at the stove with her back to him. She […]
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— Yegor, don’t forget, it’s my mom’s birthday tomorrow. He waved her off without taking his eyes off the laptop screen, where some graphs and tables were flashing by. The gesture wasn’t so much rude as automatic—like a man shooing away an annoying fly. — Nastya, I remember everything, don’t start. I said I remember. […]
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