The prison warden begged an inmate to babysit his son. She sang the boy a strangely familiar song.

Vasily Sergeyevich, sitting in his office, heard the insistent ringing of his mobile phone coming from the inner pocket of his jacket for the third time. He was beginning to lose patience—the meeting was dragging on, questions were piling up, and the ringing just wouldn’t stop. Finally, realizing that the call was probably not work-related, […]

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After serving his sentence, the man learned that the family of the person whose life he had taken was now living in poverty, and he decided to support them.

“Son!” Vera Antonovna exclaimed, suddenly freezing at the doorway of her apartment. Her eyes widened with amazement and joy, her hands rose like birds ready to take flight. She rushed to her son, who had just come in, leaving the door slightly ajar, as if unable to believe her own eyes. “You really scared me! […]

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