“First earn enough money to buy at least a one-bedroom apartment, then you can start deciding what happens to my three-room apartment!” Alyona put her fiancé firmly in his place.

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Three weeks before the wedding, Alyona received a call from an unfamiliar man who asked which room he should assemble the bunk bed in. The question was asked so casually, as though Alyona received furniture for a children’s summer camp every Wednesday. She was standing by the coffee machine in the office kitchen and at […]

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“Yes, this is my apartment. Yes, I inherited it from my parents. No, that does not mean the wife is obligated to support her mother-in-law, who rented out her own home!”

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You said ‘two or three weeks.’ Today is March twenty-ninth, Dima. She’s been living with me for twenty-six days, and she just put up another shelf in the bathroom. I’m not an idiot. I can count.” Dmitry didn’t look up from his phone. Only his shoulder twitched—the way it always did when he was cornered […]

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“You filed for divorce yourself, so let your new girlfriend support your mother now. I have nothing to do with it,” Olga laughed in her husband’s face.

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The door to the hallway flew open with a dull thud against the coat rack. Konstantin stood in the doorway wearing a new, expensive charcoal-gray coat, a bulky cardboard box wrapped with shipping tape tucked under his arm. Olga did not even look up from the ironing board. The iron steadily released streams of steam […]

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“We’re selling your apartment. That’s what needs to happen,” her husband announced, ignoring Inga’s objections.

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The kettle clicked off, and in the sudden silence Dasha’s phone screamed as if someone were cutting it open. The screen showed “Tamara Viktorovna.” Kristina, sitting opposite her with a cup in her hand, raised an eyebrow and slowly set it down on the saucer. “Your mother-in-law?” she asked. “My mother-in-law,” Dasha said, rubbing her […]

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