“Damn you!” Igor shrieked, and a white blur shot across the room—the vase with artificial daisies smashed into the wall. Glass scattered over the floor, catching the lamplight. A glittering shard skimmed Anna’s leg. She didn’t even flinch. “Have you lost your mind?!” Her voice snapped into a scream. “Kirill is sleeping!” “And what the … Read more
It was one of those gray, colorless days when the sky seemed to press the earth down with its weight. A day when even the air felt heavy, and the birds were too tired to sing. Maria, a young maid in the Lanskoy household, had just finished sweeping the marble steps at the front entrance. … Read more
Part 1. The Cold Threshold “While you were in labor, I decided we should get divorced. So don’t even take off your coat—I’ve already packed your things. Get out,” Igor said to his stunned wife. Izolda went rigid. In one hand she carried a heavy bag from the maternity ward; in the other, a precious … Read more
“Kirill, open the door. That little click of the lock sounds like a sentence.” Elena yanked the chrome handle again. Nothing. Inside the brand-new SUV, it smelled of premium leather and his cologne—sweet, heavy, with a musky undertone that always gave her a migraine. Today it wasn’t just unpleasant. It felt suffocating, like someone … Read more
Elena stood in the hallway, staring at someone else’s boots. They were far too new for this apartment. In the entryway—where the air always carried old shoe polish and damp wool—those shiny, lacquered toes looked shamelessly out of place. And they weren’t even where shoes belonged. Not on the ridged rubber mat. The boots were … Read more
“Are you seriously going to the parents’ meeting looking like that?” Sasha stood in the doorway, his mouth twisted into a scornful half-smile. “What’s wrong with it?” Vika adjusted the scarf on her head, working hard to keep her voice steady. “Nothing. Just… the other parents are going to stare. Masha is already insecure … Read more
All day at work, a strange feeling wouldn’t leave me alone. Maybe my blood pressure was dropping, maybe it was just the exhaustion piling up. How wrong I was. It wasn’t tiredness at all—it was quiet dread, an inner warning trying to alert me that chaos was already moving in. The key turned with … Read more
The silence in the kitchen was thick—viscous and strangely musical. The shards of an expensive porcelain vase rang faintly as they lay scattered across the tiled floor. They were still exactly where they had fallen an hour earlier; no one had rushed to sweep them up. It wasn’t just debris. It was a monument … Read more
Olga burst into the apartment like a gust of wind. The bank paperwork was on the bedroom dresser—she’d left it there in the morning rush. Her boss had already called three times, the client was waiting, and without those documents the deal was basically dead. She kicked off her heels in the entryway and … Read more
The first time Lyudmila Petrovna came over was a month after our wedding. I still hadn’t really settled into the apartment Dima and I were renting on the outskirts of town. Boxes were piled in the corner of the bedroom, the kitchen was missing half the essentials, and I was tearing myself in two—work … Read more