— “We’ll move in with Mom and give the apartment to my brother—he’s in trouble,” the husband mumbled.

Katya stood by the window, gripping a cup of coffee that had already gone cold. Behind her, pages rustled—Sergey was flipping through the newspaper, pretending not to notice how tense she was. “We’ll move in with Mom, and we’ll give the apartment to my brother,” he finally said without looking up from the news. “He’s […]

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— “For New Year’s we’re taking Mom to a restaurant, so transfer your paycheck to my card,” Katya’s husband told her.

— “Katya, when do you get paid? On Friday, right?” Katya stopped in the doorway of the entry hall, her keys still in her hand. Pasha came out of the room; his phone glowed in his palm. It was December 20th, eight in the evening. A blizzard raged outside, but inside it was warm and […]

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