The key turned with a familiar click, and I shoved the door open with my shoulder, dragging my suitcase behind me. Turkey had been exactly the way I’d pictured it—heat, sea, buffet lines, and Andrey glued to his phone on a sun lounger from morning to night. Still, two weeks flew by, and now we […]
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The first call came at seven on Saturday morning. “Alyosha, my boy! We’ve already left. We’ll be there in three hours. Fix something for us to eat, will you?” I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. Andrey mumbled sleepily into the phone, set it back on the nightstand, and pulled the blanket over […]
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The vacuum cleaner broke in October. It was an old corded thing, the kind whose cable hadn’t retracted on its own in years, with a dust bag you had to shake out over the trash bin while practically choking on the dust. Marina switched it on one morning before work. It buzzed for about five […]
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For the first few months of living together, Oleg and I were blissfully blind in love. Everything felt effortless: I cooked dinner, he did the dishes; I ran the laundry, he hung it up; we cleaned the apartment on weekends while his ’90s playlist played in the background. Our money sat in one shared account, […]
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