Saturday morning began with a crash. I was still lying in bed when the sound of a frying pan hitting the floor came from the kitchen, followed by my husband’s muffled curse. Sergei always got up earlier than me on weekends, firmly believing that a day off was meant for getting a pile of chores […]
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The idea of handing my salary over to another woman to manage was presented under the sauce of grand financial optimization. “Olya, you and I are absolutely terrible at saving,” Denis announced one evening, pushing away his empty plate. “Money slips through our fingers. I talked to Mom. She’s an old-school economist. She has a […]
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“Pavel, just don’t tell me later that I laugh too loudly,” a familiar woman’s voice came from my kitchen. “Your mother will arrive on Sunday. By then, everyone will already be used to it.” “She’ll grumble and calm down,” my son replied. “The main thing is, the money has already been taken, and keeping the […]
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The new office chair gleamed with chrome armrests. Leather, adjustable height, headrest — twenty-five thousand rubles at least. Oleg Ivanovich had bought it for Kostya, the sales manager. And for the fifth month in a row, I was sitting on a stool from the conference room. My name is Diana. Twenty-three years old, an honors […]
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