“I told you—don’t run the dishwasher after ten. The whole house vibrates, and I can’t relax!” Natalya froze with a plate in her hands. Vladimir Sergeyevich stood in the doorway, pulling his terry robe tighter. His gray hair was sticking up in every direction, flattened from the couch. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” … Read more
In the spacious living room of the old house Lina had inherited from her grandmother, Anton irritably flung a set of e-tickets onto the table. The weak December sun filtered through the tall windows, catching the restored ceiling moldings—proof of the months of work Lina had poured into the place. “They’re already on the … Read more
My mother was having an affair with a married man—and I was the child who came from it. As far back as I can remember, we never had a stable home. We drifted from one rented place to another, always moving, never settling. When I was five, my mother met yet another man and … Read more
Listen, Valera, I’m telling you again, meet your mother anywhere you like, but I don’t want to see her in our house! I’m tired of going through the same thing every time! Whenever your mom comes over, something inexplicable always starts happening! She’s always meddling, trying to impose her own rules here, even yelling … Read more
Olga was sorting through papers on her desk when Lena, her secretary, peeked into the office with a frightened look. “Olga Viktorovna, there’s… a woman here to see you,” Lena said, hesitating. “She says she’s your… relative. And she’s being very insistent.” Olga looked up from the documents. The reception area of her advertising … Read more
Svetlana set her coffee cup on the windowsill and stared at the rain outside. The drops slid down the glass like tears she refused to let herself shed. October had been especially awful this year—dull, clammy, and heavy with gloom. Exactly like her life for the past six months. “Svet, are you even listening?” … Read more
The apron flew into Andrey’s face so fast he didn’t even have time to flinch. The fabric—bright and cheerful with red poppies—smacked his cheek and then slid lazily to the floor. “Lena, have you completely lost it?” he blurted, picking it up and smoothing it out, as if pressing the wrinkles away could undo what … Read more
Marina first spotted it in an appliance store three years earlier. A double-door model in warm ivory, with chrome handles and pull-out freezer drawers at the bottom. It stood in the far corner under gentle showroom lights and looked less like a refrigerator and more like a doorway into a different life—one where a woman … Read more
“Lizzie, where are you? We’re already here!” Liza stopped short in the doorway of her own apartment, keys still in her hand. Her mother-in-law’s voice carried from the kitchen—brisk, loud, and possessive, the way someone sounds when they feel at home. Liza slowly slipped off her shoes and walked down the hallway. At her table … Read more
Her mother-in-law walked into the apartment without calling—like she always did. She’d had a key from day one, back when Denis first brought Natasha to that cramped two-bedroom Khrushchev-era flat. Five years ago, Valentina Petrovna had smiled sweetly and said, “Just in case, kids—what if you need help urgently?” Now the key wasn’t “help.” It … Read more