“Are you wearing that skirt again?! Who do you work as, a secretary or a call girl? I told you to quit that job! The very thought of your fat boss staring at you all day makes me sick! Either you resign today, or I’ll come there myself and tear his office apart—along with your … Read more
“Igor, where’s the garment bag with my dress?” Natalia called out, standing in the kitchen doorway. In her hands, she clutched an empty plastic hanger she had found on the closet floor. Igor sat at the table, picking at his plate of fried potatoes with a fork. He didn’t even look up at the sound … Read more
“Your things are already in the hallway,” said my mother-in-law. She still didn’t know who the woman she decided to evict was calling. “Take your coat, and your bag too. And don’t look at me like that—you won’t be spending the night here tonight.” Vera paused on the threshold of her own apartment, not even … Read more
She came all the way from her dump and now she’s trying to better herself! Riding on someone else’s coattails, living in someone else’s flat! You think I don’t know what you’re planning?! Tamara Petrovna’s voice burst through the closed kitchen door—loud, shrill, like a rusty door hinge. I was sitting in the room Denis … Read more
“Sit down and be quiet! This is none of your business!” And that’s how it went. Without even looking at his wife. Maksim stood by the window, gazing out into the courtyard—somewhere out there, beneath the gray September drizzle, pigeons were darting across the wet pavement—and he spoke to her back. As if Sonya wasn’t … Read more
The doorbell rang out of nowhere, shattering the usual quiet of the evening. Irina put down her half-read book and, smoothing the folds of her house dress, slowly walked toward the hallway. Through the frosted glass of the peephole, she saw a blurry figure. With a click of the lock, she swung the door open. … Read more
I almost threw out the business card last night along with my hair salon receipt. The only thing that stopped me was the time written on the back: “12:00.” The woman who handed me that card had paid for my haircut—seventeen hundred rubles—and left before I could understand why she wanted me to visit a … Read more
That Sunday evening, for the very first time, Maxim refused to go to Lyudmila Pavlovna’s—even though before, his mom could ask him any day, no questions asked. His mother-in-law called Andrei around seven, as usual, and said that Vlad had an algebra test in two days, but his tutor was sick. Maxim is great at … Read more
“If you don’t like something, pack your things and get out! My apartment, my rules, and you’re only here by my grace!” Valery threw his fork onto the table so hard that it clattered against the porcelain plate and fell onto the freshly cleaned linoleum floor. The cold goulash, which had caused this evening argument, … Read more
“You don’t own anything here, you should fear God before taking charge like that,” Tamara Petrovna declared as she slammed a heavy cast iron skillet onto the table, barely missing her daughter-in-law’s fingers. Marina didn’t even flinch. Her blue eyes calmly caught the micro-tremor in her mother-in-law’s hands and the way Tamara avoided direct eye … Read more