“So, you own an apartment while we’re renting one. Then explain where all the money is going,” Alice demanded, although she already suspected who her husband was giving it to.

They met in the vestibule of an early-morning commuter train, when the cold seeped through even the thickest jackets. Gleb stood by the window with a thermos and noticed the young woman opposite him hiding her reddened fingers inside her sleeves. Without a word, he unscrewed the lid and offered her some steaming tea. That […]

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“What do you mean we’re not selling the apartment? We need the money!” the brother’s wife shouted, unaware of what her outburst would lead to.

The phone rang shortly after six, while Svetlana was still trying to cling to the fading edges of sleep. Andrei’s voice on the other end sounded unfamiliar and broken, as though it had been dragged across a grater. She sat up in bed, holding the phone against her shoulder, and for some reason the first […]

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“Go live with your parents yourself!” her husband snapped before walking out. But when he learned about his wife’s inheritance, he returned to demand his share.

“So tomorrow they’re going to drag all their bundles and bags in here? Ira, have you lost your mind?” Sergey stood in the middle of the living room, nervously tugging at the cuff of his sweater. In nine years, Irina had never learned to read his mood from the back of his head—and now she […]

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“I’m going to the seaside with my mother. You’re staying home—we didn’t have enough money for you,” her husband declared. But a month later, Marina was the one who left, and then something unexpected happened.

Marina walked into the kitchen and stopped. On the floor, right by the doorway, stood a large travel bag packed to bursting, a tube of sunscreen sticking out of its side pocket. Beside it lay a first-aid kit in a clear plastic bag and a neatly folded stack of towels. “Dima, what is this?” she […]

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“Divorce? Fine. Then let’s not waste any time,” I replied and calmly continued packing my things.

“Divorce? Fine. Then let’s not waste any time,” Taisiya replied calmly and continued packing her things. “Then let’s get divorced!” Maksim snapped irritably. He stood by the window with his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for her usual reaction. Taisiya was supposed to fall silent, become frightened, and try to calm him down. Perhaps […]

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