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The news of her grandfather’s death reached Yana in the middle of the workday. She was sitting at her computer when a message came from her mother: “Grandpa Misha is gone. His heart. Come as soon as you can.” Yana didn’t cry—they hadn’t been especially close in recent years. But something snapped inside her, as … Read more

Larisa looked up from her computer when Andrei walked into the kitchen. From his face she immediately understood—something was wrong. Her husband stood in the doorway, shifting from foot to foot like a schoolboy outside the principal’s office. “What happened?” she asked, closing the laptop. Andrei came to the table and sat down across from … Read more

The quiet of our cozy Saturday morning was shattered by a sharp, insistent knock at the door. Sunbeams danced across the floor of our modest but beloved living room; the air smelled of freshly brewed coffee and vanilla croissants. My daughter, gentle and radiant Alisa, was happily building the castle of her dreams from colorful … Read more

The gate creaked shrilly and nastily, as if underlining the end of yet another quarrel with my mother. I was almost running to the car, swallowing tears and feeling how badly my hands were shaking. Behind me were the half-weeded garden, the half-picked raspberries, and… Mom. Alone again at her dacha. The day was hot. … Read more

I was sitting at my laptop when Andrey came back from work. Hearing the click of the front door, I quickly minimized the tab with the bank statement and opened the translation text. My husband peeked into the study and planted a casual kiss on the top of my head. “Good evening, worker bee. How’s … Read more

— All right, Dasha. I bought you this blouse for last year’s birthday for twelve thousand, — Semyon ostentatiously put the item on the scale. — Eight hundred grams. We multiply by the current price of gold. Fine, let’s say three thousand. — Are you serious right now? — Dasha looked at her husband in … Read more

“What do you mean your daughter is going to live with us now, Slava? Did you mix something up? This is my apartment, and I’m the only one who has the right to let anyone in!” Katya burst out, freezing in the doorway with grocery bags in her hands. She had just crossed the threshold … Read more

Trying to be silent, twenty-seven-year-old Elizaveta Andreevna Malinkina eased along the corridor toward Alisa’s room—the room of the fourteen-year-old daughter of the house. She needed to make sure the girl was asleep before she could finally let herself sleep, too. For the past two weeks, Liza had been filling in at billionaire Voropaev’s estate for … Read more

— You do realize I’m not an idiot, right? — Marina stood in the bedroom doorway, gripping her phone. — I know everything, Alexey. Everything! — What are you even talking about? — he reluctantly tore his eyes from the laptop screen and looked at his wife in surprise. — Your fantasies again?   — … Read more

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