— “What are you doing here with your maggots? No space! Get out!” the sister-in-law barked when we arrived at our own dacha.

Irina checked the grocery list one last time before closing the trunk. Cans of stew, pasta, grains, vegetables for salad—enough for a week of peaceful rest. Their son, Artyom, was already in the back seat with his tablet, and her husband, Nikolai, was starting the car. “Finally we’ll make it to the dacha,” Irina said, […]

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“Move out of my own apartment?! Are you sure you haven’t mixed something up? This is my place, not yours!”

“Yes, Mom, we’re fine. Misha’s working late, and I just got home,” Sofya tossed her keys onto the console and froze when she saw an unfamiliar pair of slippers in the hallway. “I’ll call you back, something’s—” Voices drifted from the kitchen. One was her husband’s. The other—female, with that unmistakably commanding note—Sofya couldn’t be […]

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— You know, darling, Mom is right. You’re a parasite; go get a job!” — Ilya barked at his stunned wife. Then he slammed his hand on the table so hard that a spoon jumped at the edge.

— You Know, Darling, Mom Is Right. You’re A Parasite; Go Get A Job!” — Ilya Barked At His Stunned Wife. Then He Slammed His Hand On The Table So Hard That A Spoon Jumped At The Edge. 03.08.2025admin — You know, dear, Mom is right. You’re a freeloader; go get a job!” Ilya barked […]

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This is my apartment and I won’t give it to those parasites! Get out of here!” — Lena couldn’t stand the pressure from her relatives any longer.

Lena stood by the kitchen window, looking at the gray apartment blocks outside, mentally counting down the months until the mortgage was paid off. Four more years — and this two-room flat in the residential district would fully belong to her and Andrey. Four years of monthly payments of thirty-eight thousand rubles, four years of […]

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Kristina closed the door of the rented apartment and leaned her back against it. The third year within these walls. The third year renting instead of having her own home. Dmitry was sitting on the couch, buried in his phone, not even lifting his head.

Kristina closed the door of the rented apartment and leaned her back against it. The third year in these walls. The third year renting instead of having her own home. Dmitry was sitting on the couch, buried in his phone, not even looking up. “Dimочка, how are you?” Kristina asked, taking off her shoes. “Fine,” […]

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