— Egor? Your wife is at my place; she needs a change of clothes. Really needs it. She’s sitting in my bathroom with nothing on.

Violetta turned off the ignition and grabbed her phone on the second ring. “Mr. Grigory Sergeyevich?” “My golden goose, turn around!” her boss sounded deflated. “The deal fell through. Business trip is canceled.” Violetta looked at the airport board through the windshield, then at the suitcase on the back seat. “What do you mean, fell […]

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“You should keep your mouth shut, pauper,” hissed my mother-in-law before the guests arrived — but she froze when the main guest hugged me and called me his daughter.

  “Napkins. Fix them.” My mother-in-law’s voice, Tamara Igorevna, sliced through my nerves like a dull knife against glass. I froze, staring at the perfectly stacked linen napkins. “What’s wrong with them?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “The corner. It’s lifted by a millimeter. Guests will think we live in a pigsty.” […]

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