“Are you out of your mind, Misha? Or was this all your mother’s idea?” My voice was calm, almost cold, but inside I was burning. If I’d had an axe within reach, there might have been one newly single widower and one very liberated woman by the end of the day. I was standing in […]
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Nastya wasn’t just lying on the couch; she had practically grown into it. Phone in hand, she scrolled mechanically through the news feed, her mind completely blank. Peace was rare. And, as usual, it lasted exactly until the front door slammed. Grigory burst in as though an avalanche were chasing him. His cheeks were crimson, […]
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“Dad? What are you doing here at this hour?” Elya opened the door and saw her father standing there with a suitcase. Stepan Mikhailovich looked bewildered and disheveled, his shirt badly wrinkled. It was already dark outside, and the clock showed half past ten. “Could I stay with you for a little while?” he asked […]
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They had managed with one car for about three years. Veronika worked as a coordinator at a logistics company. Her job meant traveling around, meeting clients, and visiting warehouses on the other side of the city. Kirill worked at a design bureau, mostly in the office, with a more predictable schedule. At first, they found […]
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Valeria bought her apartment three years before she got married. She had saved up for it herself, without help from her parents. It was a two-room apartment on the fifth floor of a prefabricated building, but inside, everything was exactly as Valeria wanted it: light walls in the living room, a dark floor, and a […]
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Elena had received her apartment from her parents when they moved in with her grandmother to care for her. It wasn’t some stroke of luck; that was simply how things had worked out. Elena had done a little renovation herself: put up wallpaper, painted the kitchen, and bought decent plumbing fixtures. The apartment was small […]
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“Your apartment will become ours after the wedding,” her fiancé said. Anya took the documents to a lawyer. Kostya was talking about a new kitchen and deciding where to put the coffee machine when Anya heard him mention the apartment. He said it casually, as though discussing a grocery delivery: after the wedding, the home […]
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“Starting this month, you’re living on your own money,” Igor said, setting his phone beside his plate. Alina nodded and silently poured herself more tea. Igor waited for a question, or at least some reaction. When none came, he continued as though he were addressing the accounting department at a meeting. “I’ve worked it all […]
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On Tuesday morning, a man I didn’t know called and asked whether I could open the apartment on Saturday for a second viewing. He gave me the street, the floor, and an approximate price. As I listened, I couldn’t understand who had arranged the first viewing. I had no intention of selling the apartment. “Excuse […]
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Darya’s parents had bought her the apartment. It wasn’t a wedding gift or a contribution to a young couple. They had simply bought it when she was twenty-six and put it in her name because they believed their daughter should have a home of her own. Her father sold their country cottage, her mother added […]
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