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After their father’s funeral, the children returned to his three-room apartment on Leninsky Prospekt.

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After their father’s funeral, the children returned to his three-room apartment on Leninsky Prospect. It smelled of old books, medicine, and that very same “Chypre” cologne their father had been buying since Soviet times. Valentina, the eldest sister, immediately sat down in the armchair by the window. That was always where Petr Semyonovich used to … Read more

— Since I’m now the nanny for your sister’s kids, here’s the bill for my services, — the wife had grown tired of tolerating a daycare at home.

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Lera was standing by the mirror in the hallway, touching up her lipstick, when the doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock — half past six in the evening. Sergey hadn’t come home from work yet, and she was supposed to meet a friend at a café. The bell rang again, more insistently. “Lera, open … Read more

At his wife’s funeral, an unfamiliar girl shouted at the husband: “Check the footage from the maternity ward cameras!”

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Night, thickening over the city, seemed to anticipate a tragedy. Heavy clouds crawled across the sky, as if bearing the weight of unfulfilled hopes and broken fates. The car slid over the wet asphalt like a ghost, leaving behind a trail of headlights and silence pierced by anxiety. Roman sat behind the wheel, gripping it … Read more

— You bought the car, Svetlana, no one disputes that. But you’re married. And in marriage, sorry, everything is shared. Even if you need it more than Vera needs it for the photo zone.

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The morning after filing for divorce isn’t coffee with a croissant, but a call from the housing office reminding you about unpaid major repairs. Svetlana got up not because she slept well, but because there was an empty spot on the pillow beside her. Andrey had gone to his mother’s — predictable, like a “Phlebodia” … Read more

Tatiana set the heavy bags down on the hallway floor. Her back ached after a long day at work. She slipped off her shoes and massaged her aching feet. The sound of footsteps coming from the bedroom made her look up.

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Tatiana set the heavy bags on the floor in the hallway. Her back ached after a long day at work. The girl took off her shoes and massaged her sore feet. The sound of footsteps from the bedroom made her lift her head. — Tanya, why isn’t dinner ready yet? — Nikolai’s displeased voice cut … Read more

Elliot Row suddenly inherited a mysterious house—perched alone in the middle of a lake. What he discovered inside would change everything he thought he knew about his life.

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The ringing phone pulled Elliott Row away from the stove. An omelet sizzled gently, filling the kitchen with the rich scent of garlic and melted butter. He wiped his hands on a towel and glanced irritably at the caller ID — an unknown number. “Hello?” he answered curtly, eyes still on the pan.   “This … Read more

After being betrayed by his wife and closest friends, a man who had once built a fortune returned to his hometown. At his mother’s grave, he froze, struck by a sudden realization.

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Alexey stopped the car. So many times he had planned, intended to come, but never found the time. While his mother was alive, he wasn’t there. After she was gone—still, he wasn’t there. The memory filled him with disgust toward himself. It would have taken so little—just one jolt to make him realize that the … Read more

The tycoon saw the cleaning woman dancing with his son, who was strapped to a three-wheeled trolley—but what he did next astonished even himself!

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Mikhail Artemiev—a billionaire whose name in business circles was synonymous with success, cold calculation, and impeccable control. His name graced glossy magazine covers, his business empire stretched from Europe to Asia, and his mansion on the outskirts of the city seemed carved from marble, glass, and perfect order. He was a man people respected, feared, … Read more

So, have you divvied up the inheritance yet?” the hubby smirked, standing by his wife’s coffin… But no sooner had the gravedigger asked permission to say goodbye

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The sky hung low, as if pressed down by the weight of unspoken words and grief, tinted gray, almost leaden. It seemed to press not only on the earth but on the souls of those who stood at the edge of the fresh grave. Wet snow, heavy and sticky, fell onto the black lacquered coffin, … Read more