I ran my finger over the cold steel of the keys in my pocket. Two brand-new, gleaming keys to an apartment Mark will never set foot in. “Should I hang another shelf above the dresser, what do you think?” he asked without looking up from his laptop. “For my awards. They’re bringing me another one […]
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The gate’s creak sliced through the frosty air. Not the usual kind—the one when her husband comes back from the apiary—but a different one: hurried and guilty. Anna set aside her knitting and looked out the window. No one. Only snow, lazily swirling in the lamplight. “Vanya, can you check?” she called deeper into the […]
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“You just don’t know how to present yourself,” Kristina drawled, stirring her cocktail with a straw. A bracelet studded with stones glittered on her wrist. She said it with that light, almost careless condescension that was her calling card. “It’s not about presentation,” Olya Yeremina answered quietly, studying a crack on her cup of cheap […]
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“You just don’t know how to present yourself,” Kristina drawled, stirring her cocktail with a straw. A bracelet studded with stones glittered on her wrist. She said it with that light, almost careless condescension that was her calling card. “It’s not about presentation,” Olya Yeremina answered quietly, studying a crack on her cup of cheap […]
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It had been only three weeks since we buried our mother, and my brother had already called an appraiser for the house. In the yard of our parents’ home in Volgograd, apples were dropping one after another, thudding dully against the ground. The house—a small two-room place from the 1970s with a wooden veranda—seemed smaller […]
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“Give me the keys to your car, I need to get to the resort,” Maxim tossed out without looking up from what he was doing. Hot steam hissed from under the iron, smoothing the last stubborn crease on the snow-white shirt collar. He did it with showy nonchalance, as if the mere fact that he […]
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Svetlana Petrovna stood in the doorway of the room, barely opening the door — so as not to disturb, but also not to miss an important moment. She looked at her son with the same gaze that mixed motherly pride, tenderness, and something almost sacred. Sashka stood before the mirror in a light suit with […]
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While tidying up the entryway, Milana heard her mother-in-law’s voice and looked out the window. Her husband was sitting on the front steps, talking to his mother over a video call. Milana went back to sorting the shoes, deciding not to eavesdrop, but Nina Yevgenyevna was speaking loudly enough that it was impossible not to […]
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Lena sat at the kitchen table, twirling a pen between her fingers. In front of her lay a blank sheet of paper, and she couldn’t bring herself to write the first word of her résumé. For three months her job hunt had led nowhere—either her qualifications didn’t fit, or the pay was miserable, or the […]
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Nadezhda stood by the bank window, clutching the account statement in her hands. The numbers blurred before her eyes from excitement. Seven million. A full seven million rubles. — Nadya, well, what is it? — Evgeny came up behind her, peering over his wife’s shoulder. — Is everything correct? — Yes, Zhenya… — Nadezhda’s voice […]
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