“If you want to keep supporting your sister, do it out of your own paycheck. I’m not giving a single ruble to that lazy freeloader,” his wife finally snapped.

  Natasha discovered it by accident—she was simply checking the balance of their shared account, the one she and Misha had been building up for apartment repairs and unexpected expenses. Their aging washing machine had been threatening to die for three months now, making noises during the spin cycle like someone trapped inside the drum […]

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“You want to smear me in the mud in front of everyone? Fine—then I won’t stay quiet either,” the daughter-in-law snapped, and the guests went rigid.

  Marina spooned out portions of chopped Olivier salad onto the plates, trying to make them all look the same. Her hands trembled slightly—not from exhaustion, though she’d been in the kitchen all day, but from an uneasy feeling in her gut. It was her father-in-law’s fifty-fifth birthday, and the whole clan had crammed into […]

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