— If your mommy shows up at our place at seven in the morning even one more time and walks into our bedroom to check how you’re sleeping, she’ll go flying off the balcony or down the stairs—and you right after her! Got it?!

“Shoes off and straight to the bathroom. Don’t drag that street grime into my kitchen.” Bathroom furniture Irina’s voice—flat and cold, like the ceramic tile underfoot—met Andrei right at the threshold. He’d just finished a twelve-hour night shift; his body hummed with exhaustion, and his head still held the monotonous drone of the shop machines. […]

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“How rude! I brought your relatives, and she practically threw us out on the doorstep! She didn’t even offer us tea!”

Anna opened the door and froze. On the threshold stood her mother-in-law with two strangers and a bouquet of wilted chrysanthemums.   — Anna, meet them! — Elena Petrovna beamed. — This is Roman and Svetlana, Sergey’s first cousins. They’re passing through the city, and I decided… — Hello, — Anna replied coolly, not moving […]

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“We’ll crash at your place for the whole vacation. We’re family, so get ready! And don’t forget to set the table with some shashlik!”

“We’ll Crash At Your Place For The Whole Vacation. We’re Family, So Get Ready! And Don’t Forget To Set The Table With Some Shashlik!” A message like that came to her husband’s phone. Tatyana, seeing the note from her sister-in-law, boldly opened it and decided to read. But after learning what her husband’s sister had […]

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“You’ve been living here for three months already! And haven’t given a single penny!” – my husband’s sister and her husband decided to sit on my neck.

Natalya was wiping dust off the coffee table when she heard a familiar crunch. She lifted her head and froze. On the dark surface she had just cleaned, trash had reappeared. Sunflower seed shells. She glanced at the sofa, where Inga, her sister-in-law, sprawled. — Inga, maybe stop making a mess? — Natalya’s voice trembled […]

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When I walked into the restaurant wearing a carrot-orange terry bathrobe and house slippers with pink pom-poms, the waiter at first couldn’t believe I was the birthday boy’s wife.

When I walked into the restaurant in a terrycloth robe the color of fresh carrots and house slippers with pink pom-poms, the waiter didn’t believe at first that I was the birthday boy’s wife. I swear I saw his eye twitch as he tried to figure out whether I was a lunatic or this was […]

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— Enjoying the free ride? Now pay up, Mom, — Yulia said, handing over the bill for the “vacation” at their summer house.

The call came on Saturday morning when Yulia was still lying in bed with a cup of coffee. The screen showed the name of her mother-in-law — Valentina Petrovna. Usually, that didn’t bode well. “Yulechka, dear,” came the syrupy sweet voice, “how are you? How’s your mood?” “Fine,” Yulia answered cautiously. When her mother-in-law started […]

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