“The party was a success,” my mother-in-law whispered with satisfaction when I ran from the table in tears

 Olga woke up early, when dawn was only beginning to wash the sky outside. February twenty-sixth. Her birthday. Twenty-eight. It should have been a reason to celebrate, yet a strange unease had settled in her chest and wouldn’t let her breathe freely. Maksim was snoring beside her, sprawled across half of their narrow bed. Olga … Read more

“You’ve got a decent apartment,” his son’s fiancée said casually. “Will you manage to move out by the end of the month?”

  The spoonful of soup froze halfway to Pavel Yegorovich’s mouth. Lidiya Semyonovna slowly set the bread box down on the table, and a crust of dark rye slipped from her fingers. Artyom felt the blood drain from his face. “You’ve got a pretty good place,” Marfa repeated, taking in the cramped dining area of … Read more

“Veronica, what is this—you haven’t eaten in a week?” Asya blurted out, watching her sister demolish a plate of potatoes and cutlets.

  “Veronica—what, you haven’t eaten in a week?” Asya gasped, watching her cousin wipe a plate of potatoes and cutlets clean. “Pretty much,” Veronica said brightly, not even looking up from her food. “There’s no meat at home. So I’m making the most of it.” The café near the station buzzed with its usual soundtrack—cups … Read more

She found a lost phone and returned it to its owner. But when he saw the pendant on her neck — he froze…

  — Aliska! — a loud, hoarse voice of the stepfather sounded from deep inside the apartment. “Awake,” the girl thought heavily. “Here it comes again…” Quickly looking around, she grabbed a hoodie, threw it over her shoulders, and ran out of the house into the yard. — Ali, where are you going? — came … Read more

The key squealed as it turned in the lock, and the door gave way with a heavy sigh. Ekaterina drifted into the entryway

  The key squealed as it turned in the lock, and the door swung inward with a heavy drag. Ekaterina almost floated into the hallway, tossing her bag—stuffed with folders—onto the small cabinet by the door. A whole day on her feet, endless reports, eyes aching from a glowing screen… all of that stayed outside. … Read more

“— And why are you crawling to me? You’ve got the one you gave everything to—the one you loved, the one you helped!”

The call came late at night, while Vera was sorting through paperwork in her home office. Beyond the panoramic window, the city glittered—thousands of lights, each one like a small triumph over darkness. She didn’t answer right away. She knew the number by heart, even though it hadn’t appeared on her screen in more than … Read more

He left me without a vacation—so now, sweetheart, I’m the one setting the rules

 Marina stood by the kitchen window, turning an empty envelope over in her hands. The same envelope that had held thirty-seven thousand rubles just the day before—six months’ worth of careful saving. She’d put aside a little from every paycheck: no new clothes, no cosmetics, the cheapest yogurts, coffee brewed at home instead of stopping … Read more

“Get the divorce papers ready—I’m marrying Svetka,” my husband announced, apparently forgetting about the three-million debt taken out in my name.

  Life always saves its biggest surprises for the moments you least expect. When I opened my little flower shop, I never imagined what the next ten years would bring. Back then, Vitaly felt like my safe place—tall, self-assured, a man with ambition and plans. I fell in love with his drive, with the way … Read more

I’ve been cheating on you for quite a while, Klara,” her husband spat out. After those words, his wife made it clear she would not tolerate such a thing.

This day seemed to stretch on endlessly. Klara simply couldn’t understand why Leonid had arranged this meeting on the Embankment—the very place where they had first met. What was he up to? In the past, her husband had rarely shown a romantic streak: the most he ever did was bring her a bouquet on a … Read more

“Who’s going to roast the goose then—me?” Galina Ivanovna’s voice in the receiver was sharp and offended

“Who’s going to roast the goose—me?” Galina Ivanovna’s voice crackled through the phone, demanding and wounded at the same time, with those familiar notes that had worked on her son for forty years straight. “My blood pressure’s been jumping for two weeks, and you want to run your own mother ragged at the stove?” Marina … Read more