— Son, tell your wife to moan less at night! I didn’t move in with you to listen to that indecency! My heart is weak—I need peace and quiet!

— Mom, what’s wrong? Nikita walked into the kitchen, drawn by a sharp, medicinal smell that overpowered even the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Marina Gennadyevna sat at the table, deliberately slowly dripping a dark liquid from a bottle into a faceted glass. Corvalol. Her battle standard, her shield, her weapon. She didn’t look … Read more

In the refrigerator there was nothing. Vera Stepanovna sighed wearily and reached for her wallet. She’d have to go to the store again. She’d have to spend her pension on groceries for the whole family again.

“Mom, we’re having a second child. Misha’s been offered a new position at the clinic, the salary is good, but the schedule is tough. I also plan to work part-time remotely as a realtor. And your apartment is small anyway—why pay utilities? Move in with us, help with the kids; everyone will win.” Vera Stepanovna’s … Read more