Growth point

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Katya stepped over the threshold of the apartment, and the familiar smell of home enveloped her. It had once made her feel safe and happy, but now it seemed suffocating. She looked around the living room, where old Soviet furniture was juxtaposed with modern appliances – a visual embodiment of their family life, stuck between the past and the future.

With mechanical movements, Katya began to prepare dinner. The sounds in the kitchen merged into a monotonous rhythm: the clatter of the knife against the cutting board, the sizzle of oil in the pan, the hum of the refrigerator. From the nursery came the muffled laughter of the children, and the old clock on the wall counted down the minutes with inexorable precision. All these sounds, so familiar and once so cozy, now only emphasized the tension that hung in the air.

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Sasha turned around sharply, a flash of surprise in his eyes that quickly changed to anger.

– You were eavesdropping?

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