Where are the boxes? I’m asking you, where are the boxes?” Tamara Petrovna didn’t walk into the hallway, she sailed in, carrying her impressive bust in front of her like a medal for services to the motherland. Behind her, trying not to step on the rug with his dirty boots, slipped in Igor Sergeevich, […]
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Ekaterina stepped out of the shower and wrapped her hair in a towel. The apartment was quiet—Maxim was probably at the computer in the other room. She walked into the kitchen, poured herself some water, and only then noticed that the bag on the chair was slightly open. Strange. She was sure she had zipped […]
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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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— “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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Natasha And Her Husband Were Leaving The Restaurant Where They Had Celebrated His Birthday. 22.04.2025admin Natasha and her husband were leaving the restaurant where they had celebrated his birthday. The evening had been wonderful. Many guests had come, including relatives and colleagues. Natasha met many of them for the first time, but if Dmitry had […]
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Isolde stood at the kitchen stove, mechanically stirring a vegetable stew. How many times had she repeated these motions over the past few years? Thousands? Tens of thousands? In the next room, Pavel was watching yet another TV series, occasionally chuckling at the main character’s jokes. She could hear him flipping channels, stopping now […]
Продолжение...“Be careful with your words,” Angela said, addressing her husband without taking her eyes off the glass of champagne she slowly turned in her hands. Denis smiled — finally, his wife was paying attention to him. All evening she seemed not to notice his presence, even though he was the reason for the celebration. […]
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Anastasia was in her third year at the Faculty of Economics when she met Igor. The guy worked as a courier for a transport company, earning thirty-five thousand, but he dreamed of more. He said he would soon find something serious, decently paid. Nastya believed him because she loved him. They had a modest wedding, […]
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— “Dusty, Darina. I taught you that you need to start cleaning from the top down. First wipe the cabinets, then the shelves, and only then do the floor.” Galina Viktorovna’s voice—level and devoid of emotion—cut through the silence of the entryway. Her index finger, crowned with an impeccable manicure, slowly drew a line across […]
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“…The potatoes turned out especially good today. Just like when I was a kid,” Stas said, spearing a golden-brown slice with his fork and popping it into his mouth with obvious pleasure, eyes closing in satisfaction. “And these cutlets of yours… pure magic.” Lena smiled—not the tired, automatic smile people wear after a workday, but […]
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