We transferred your inheritance to your brother—you don’t need it!” her mother said, but the notary suprized everyone with new documents

Anna hurried up the stairs of the notary’s office, nearly half an hour late for the appointment. The traffic in the city had been terrible, and the bus had broken down halfway there. Her heart was pounding—not only from walking fast, but also from anxiety. Today the inheritance matter after her grandmother’s death was supposed […]

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My husband left his phone at home, and I saw a message: ‘Sweetie, we’ll sell her apartment and buy one for me in Sochi!’ But he didn’t know what was coming…

Olya pushed the apartment door open with her shoulder, a bag full of notebooks in her hands. She had been grading geometry tests until eight in the evening—thirty-two papers, and only about five were done well. The rest were nothing but failing and barely passing marks. Her eyes ached, and her temples throbbed. “Dim, hi,” […]

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“My parents threw me out of my own apartment, calling me a ‘stranger.’ And when everything fell apart—they decided to call.”

Irina stood by the door with a key in her hand, listening to someone wheezing with laughter behind it. The music was pounding so hard the door was vibrating. For two years she’d been paying for this seaside apartment—skipping vacations, saving on everything—and now she was standing there like an idiot with a suitcase, unable […]

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Your mom’s things are on the stairwell, and I left to celebrate New Year’s without any scandals,” the husband read from the note on the door.

Sveta came home from work exhausted. The day had been rough—reports, meetings, deadlines slipping. She worked as a procurement manager at a small company, and before New Year’s it was always chaos: everyone wanted to close contracts before the holidays. She kicked off her shoes in the entryway and went into the kitchen, hoping at […]

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The door slammed so sharply that Polina flinched and dropped the towel. Margarita Semyonovna—her mother-in-law—burst into the hallway.

The door slammed so sharply that Polina flinched and dropped the towel. Margarita Semyonovna—her mother-in-law—burst into the hallway, a loud, emotional woman who was convinced the world revolved around her opinion. “Where is he?” she blurted from the doorway. “Where’s your lover?” Polina stood in the middle of the hall in a house dress, her […]

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When my mother-in-law asked whose name the apartment was in, I smiled—and said nothing. That decision ended up saving my life.

The apartment came to Yekaterina from her grandmother—three rooms on the fourth floor of a panel apartment block, with wide windows and a view of the park. Her grandmother died quietly, in her sleep, leaving her granddaughter her only treasure. Yekaterina entered into the inheritance six months later, as required, and became the lawful owner […]

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