— “Be quiet, don’t scare her off!” the groom hissed. “Tomorrow we’ll talk her into handing over the keys and put everything in our name.”

Anna adjusted her veil in front of the mirror and smiled at her reflection. There were only four weeks left until the wedding, and every morning brought a new wave of joyful excitement. At twenty-eight, she had finally found the one she wanted to spend her life with. Dmitry had entered Anna’s life eight months … Read more

— What vacation?! What?! Vika, your sister is drowning in loans! So until you and your husband help her pay everything off, you’re not going anywhere! Period!

— “…so tomorrow we’re going to buy the tickets! Can you imagine, Mom? Finally! Direct flights, all the way to the ocean,” Vika’s voice rang with unfeigned happiness. She set a box of pastries from her mother’s favorite confectionery on the table—a small ritual offering meant to soften the news and share the joy. Andrei, … Read more

— Get to the kitchen right now! — the husband shouted at his wife. But he didn’t expect what happened next.

“Katya, where is my blue tie?” Dmitry shouted from the bedroom. Ekaterina was standing in the kitchen, stirring oatmeal. Seven years of marriage, and every morning felt like Groundhog Day. He rushed off to the office chasing success and money, while she stayed between the stove and the washing machine.   “In the closet on … Read more

Why are you standing there like a statue?! Go set the table! Or didn’t they teach you in your village how to receive guests?

The doorbell rang so unexpectedly that Anna flinched and almost dropped her cup of coffee. Sunday morning promised to be lazy and quiet—they and Maksim had planned to spend it at home with books and TV shows. No guests, no fuss. Bookshelves   “Who could that be?” Max looked up from his laptop, frowning in … Read more

Lena didn’t go to her school graduation. Her mother said it was pointless. And spending money on a new dress that would hardly be useful afterward made no sense at all.

Graduation night was supposed to be a shining bridge between childhood and adult life, but for Alisa it turned out to be just another door slammed in her face. The air in the apartment was thick and stale, smelling of old cabbage and dashed hopes. “Go to the dance? Buy a dress?” Her mother, Vera … Read more

— “Wife, have you lost your mind? Why doesn’t your card work?! I wanted to give your salary to my mom for shopping!” the husband yelled.

Olga was slowly stirring the buckwheat on the stove when the front door slammed so hard the glass in the display cabinets rattled. The September morning had only just begun, but her husband had already dashed off somewhere and come back in a near-frenzy. “Wife, have you lost it? Why doesn’t your card work?! I … Read more

At the gala, the billionaire’s daughter walked past twelve supermodels and pointed to the maid: “She’s my mom.”

“She’s My Mom.” The chandeliers threw constellations across the marble, a galaxy stitched together by money. Richard Caldwell—real-estate emperor, widower, and man who solved problems with wire transfers—had turned his ballroom into a catwalk. Twelve models flown in from Paris, Milan, New York stood like jeweled chess pieces, gowns whispering when they breathed. It was, … Read more