The white dress was heavy. The corset dug into my ribs, and dozens of layers of tulle tangled around my...

— I told you—Olivier salad! — Vladimir stood on the threshold, red-faced, and reeked of beer. — Normal wives cook,...

Three months ago, everything was different. Polina was returning home after long negotiations that made her head buzz, thinking about...

The evening began deceptively normally. The ticking of the clock in the kitchen, the muffled hum of the city outside...