Yulia looked up from her laptop screen when her phone vibrated. Kirill usually didn’t call from work. — “Yul, I have news,” her husband’s voice sounded tense. “Not very good ones.” — “What happened?” Yulia pushed the reports aside. — “Mom called an hour ago in a panic,” Kirill sighed heavily. “Her landlord decided to […]
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— Maxim, Dad called today. Kristina said this just as he was lounging back into the soft cushions of their new sofa, scrolling through his phone with a satisfied expression. The warm evening glow from the floor lamp fell across his face, highlighting the smug, well-fed smile of a man who believed he had made […]
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“You’ll love it, sweetheart. This is the best Transformer in the store,” a voice came from behind the shelf. Yekaterina was putting children’s socks into her shopping basket when she heard a familiar voice in the next aisle. Her husband’s voice. She froze, listening. Through the shelves of toys, Yekaterina saw Igor. He was holding […]
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The gravel crunched uneasily beneath my car’s tires as I turned onto the familiar dirt road. I was smiling. Igor thought I was meeting friends in the city — but I was rushing to him instead. Surprise. He said there was an emergency at the dacha — a critical project that required total focus. Our […]
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— Here. Mom wants this one. Andrey’s voice—lazy and self-satisfied—burst into the cozy quiet of the evening, ripping it apart like a blunt needle piercing thin fabric. Yulia slowly lifted her eyes from the book. He was looming over her chair, thrusting his phone at her, the screen glowing with a cold, deathly light. She […]
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— “Ver, I’ve got news! Fantastic news!” Anton burst into the kitchen, beaming as if he’d just won the lottery. Like he owned the place, he lifted the lid and peered into the pot where the soon-to-be stew was gently bubbling, then loudly inhaled the aroma. “Whoa, smells amazing! Listen, you won’t believe what I […]
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Andrey slowly climbed the stairs to Yelizaveta Sergeyevna’s apartment. His mother’s friend had been calling for three days straight, insisting on a meeting. “A son’s duty”—those words had been etched into his memory since childhood. “Come in, don’t just stand at the door,” his mother’s voice carried its usual authority. “See what you’ve done to […]
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I never imagined greed could so grotesquely distort a human face. When Valentina Mikhailovna learned the size of the inheritance, her eyes lit up with such a covetous gleam that I involuntarily recoiled. At that moment, the mask of decency fell away completely, exposing her true essence. Money has the power to turn even the […]
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— Nastya, come in,” came Igor Petrovich’s voice — casual and weary, as though he were being distracted from something more important. But Anastasia, who had worked at the company for twenty years and had learned every nuance of her boss’s intonations, instantly sensed — something was wrong. This wasn’t just a summons. She stepped […]
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“Alina,” he began over dinner, “and with what money did you buy gifts for your mother? The dress, the certificate, the photo album… As I understand, with your own?” “Well, yes,” she replied softly. “I saved a little in advance. I ordered the dress two months ago, and I got the spa certificate cheaper thanks […]
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