What, you won’t pay for your son’s trip to the sea?” The wife saw her husband grow flustered and answered the way she should.

Valentina was sitting at the kitchen table, sorting through utility bills, when she heard Sergey talking on the phone in the hallway. His voice was quiet, almost guilty—the very tone he used whenever Irina called. “I understand, I understand… Yes, of course, the boy needs a vacation…” she caught fragments of the conversation. “It’s just […]

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“All my money is mine, and yours is yours,” my husband brayed, not knowing that tomorrow my father would fire him and put me in his place.

“Honestly, Anya, you’re like a little girl. My money is mine. Yours is yours. That’s fair,” Dima leaned back on the sofa and laughed loudly, straight from the gut. That laugh, which a year ago had seemed sincere and infectious, now grated on my ears like cheap metal. He looked down at me, and his […]

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