“In just two days, you insulted my five-year-old daughter and humiliated my wife twice,” Dmitry said, looking at his brother and his brother’s wife. “Tomorrow, I’m calling you a taxi.”

Morning began with a phone call. Dmitry stood on the veranda, pressing the phone to his ear, looking down at the sea as it lazily rolled the pebbles along the shore. The conversation lasted five minutes, no more. “Marina,” he called, walking back into the house. “Seryozha called. He wants to come with Kira and […]

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So what if she didn’t give you the money? Did your son die? No. He’s alive and running around, — Marina listened to her friend’s shouting, and already knew exactly what she was going to do

Marina was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed, pressing her palm against her son’s forehead. His skin was hot and dry, like a stone left under the burning sun. Artyom was breathing heavily, with a faint wheeze, and every breath he took seemed to hurt her physically. Four days. For four days she […]

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Don’t sulk over the past. Anyway, my wife, my daughter, and I are moving into your house, — Artyom announced to his brother.

Marina was coming back from the neighbor’s house with a two-liter jar of goat’s milk — her daughters had asked for it for the morning. The gate to the yard was wide open, although she clearly remembered fastening the latch before leaving. Around the corner of the house, an unfamiliar shadow flickered. She walked around […]

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“I’ve decided we don’t need a mortgage. What do we need an apartment for? I’m the husband! I made the decision!” Ivan still hoped his wife would support him

Veronika placed the bundle of cash on the table and smoothed it with her palm, as if protecting it. Two hundred thousand for her father’s garage, and three hundred thousand for his old Volga. Half a million — a number that smelled of hope and a new life. “Ivan, look,” she said, pushing the money […]

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