— YES, I inherited the apartment. NO, you will not live in it. Not even with a baby in your arms! “Can you imagine, Galka? I think just last month I was still a wife, and now I’m the owner of a bachelor apartment.” “How is that possible?!” “It’s simple: I didn’t sign the paper. … Read more
Oksana had bought the apartment before she got married. It was a two-room apartment on the second floor of a brick building. She had taken out a mortgage and paid it off for six years. When she married Maxim, only a small amount of the debt remained—just one year until it was fully paid off. … Read more
Denis, hello! I have amazing news for you!” Tamara Viktorovna’s voice rang through the phone with poorly restrained delight, like a tightened string. Denis grimaced, pushing the drawing away from himself. He was sitting in his humming open-plan office, and his mother’s triumphant call felt like a brass band invading the silence of a library. … Read more
Katya stood by the window, gripping a cup of coffee that had already gone cold. Behind her, pages rustled—Sergey was leafing through the newspaper, pretending not to notice her tension. “We’ll move in with my mother, and give the apartment to my brother,” he finally said, without looking up from the news. “He’s having a … Read more
Natalya walked out of the notary’s office with a folder of documents, pressing it tightly to her chest. Six months of waiting were over — her grandmother, Elena Nikolaevna, had left her granddaughter a substantial sum of money in her will. A sum that could radically change the family’s life. The autumn wind tousled her … Read more
Mom, I’ll tell my wife that I’ll handle the apartment purchase paperwork myself. We’ll go there, and you’ll become the owner.” The autumn wind ruffled the thinning leaves of the poplars as Irina once again packed printouts of apartment-for-sale listings into her bag. Over the past two months, there had already been more than twenty … Read more
Natalya checked the front door lock once more, making sure the apartment was securely locked. The two-room apartment on the fourth floor of a nine-story panel building was the only thing the woman had left from her parents. Her father and mother had bought the place with their savings twenty years earlier, and when Natalya … Read more
Little Timur started crying at four in the morning, and Yana woke up at once. The baby had been restless for the third day in a row, and the doctor said it was normal for an infant. Yana picked her son up, held him to her chest, and began gently rocking him. The baby gradually … Read more
Larisa was sitting in the kitchen, scrolling through her phone, when Roman burst in with news. Her husband looked agitated, his face flushed from walking quickly. “Mom transferred the apartment to my sister,” Roman blurted out, dropping into the chair across from her. Larisa looked up from the screen. Tatiana Lvovna had decided to … Read more
The phone vibrated in the pocket of my jeans just as I was dragging my suitcase across the slippery tiles of Domodedovo Airport. Rain drummed against the glass roof of the terminal, creating a cacophony of sounds that blended with announcements in three languages and the endless roar of the crowd. “Katya,” the screen displayed. … Read more