It all began at university, during a lecture on financial law. Kostya, returning after an academic leave, saw Alina for the first time. She sat by the window, completely absorbed in her notes, serious and somewhat distant, as if her whole world consisted of the scribbles in the margins of her notebook. At that moment, Kostya had no idea what real responsibility meant. His father had persuaded him to take a break and work in the family business \u2014 just for a year to gain some experience. At first, it all seemed strange: there was plenty of work, but it felt like none of it was really for him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy did you decide that MY apartment could be part of the prenuptial agreement?\u201d Alina asked her husband, trying hard not to lose her composure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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And as it often happens, it all started with a small thing \u2014 Kostya asked Alina for her notes. From there, things took off. A few days later, he invited her to a caf\u00e9, then to the movies. Alina hesitated, saying she didn\u2019t have time, but eventually gave in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAll right,\u201d she said rather reservedly, \u201cbut only if you don\u2019t bore me. I\u2019m tired.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They never tried to build some idealized romance. It wasn\u2019t like in the movies \u2014 there was no lightness, only many doubts and questions. Even when he invited her to the cinema, she worried more about not missing her seminar. But they met anyway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Then, as often happens, life intervened. Kostya\u2019s mother, Elena Vitalyevna, couldn\u2019t accept Alina. She immediately felt something was wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cFrom a simple family,\u201d she whispered to her husband, thinking Kostya couldn\u2019t hear. \u201cFather\u2019s a teacher, mother\u2019s a nurse. Is this really a match for our boy? Don\u2019t we deserve someone better?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Surprisingly, Kostya didn\u2019t listen to these reproaches. He rejected his parents\u2019 insistence on finding a \u201cproper\u201d fianc\u00e9e. Then, when Alina inherited the apartment from her grandmother, everything changed. Kostya started visiting her more often, as if every corner of that small place had become precious to him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll live in my apartment,\u201d Kostya said when their talks moved beyond just renovation. \u201cI\u2019ll invest money; we\u2019ll do everything properly.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elena Vitalyevna didn\u2019t hide her surprise upon hearing this. She grimaced as if she had just tasted a lemon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIn that Khrushchyovka?\u201d Her tone was full of disbelief. \u201cKostya, we have a three-room flat downtown; why do you need\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMom,\u201d Kostya interrupted before she could continue, \u201cthis is our choice. You won\u2019t convince me otherwise.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The renovation took six months. Kostya invested all the money he had saved over a year of work, and Alina added the funds she had earned through part-time jobs. It wasn\u2019t just a renovation \u2014 it was a project. They argued, chose materials and designs, then bought paint, wallpaper, and lightbulbs together. Step by step, they built their future.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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The wedding was modest, only close family. But Elena Vitalyevna couldn\u2019t hide her displeasure.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot even a proper wedding\u2026\u201d she sighed, moving a napkin from one side of the table to the other. \u201cI had dreams\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The first few months were happy. In this small corner they had begun to make their own, there was something special, genuine, almost magical. But one evening, while sitting in the kitchen drinking tea, Kostya casually said:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMom thinks we need a prenuptial agreement.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Alina raised an eyebrow, not expecting such a turn.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA prenuptial agreement?\u201d she asked, hardly believing her ears. \u201cAfter the wedding? Something\u2019s wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s normal nowadays,\u201d Kostya answered calmly, pulling out some papers. \u201cIt\u2019s just a formality.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAre these papers from your mom?\u201d Alina took them in her hands, her heart skipping a beat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI included your premarital apartment in the prenuptial agreement. Just sign it,\u201d he said, handing her a pen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy did you include my apartment?\u201d Alina couldn\u2019t understand what was happening.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u201cIt\u2019s fair. I invested almost two million in the renovation,\u201d he replied without looking her in the eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her heart grew heavy. Alina felt a bitter chill run down her throat. Her vision blurred and thoughts tangled, but she held herself together, trying not to show how much she was shaking inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSo\u2026 the apartment that my grandmother left me now has to become joint property? Just because we renovated it?\u201d Her voice was nearly cold, though inside everything was boiling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWell, how else?\u201d Kostya shrugged, as if truly confused. \u201cMom says\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat does your mother have to do with this?\u201d Alina put the papers down on the table and sharply looked at him. Her gaze grew firmer, and a note of determination appeared in her voice. \u201cThis is our family. When we started the renovation, there was no talk of a prenuptial agreement.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cExactly \u2014 our family!\u201d Kostya echoed her tone, suddenly feeling he found some logic in his words. \u201cSo the property should be joint.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cJoint?\u201d Alina smirked, but her laughter was bitter and filled with displeasure. \u201cThen why aren\u2019t your shares in your father\u2019s company included? Or the bank accounts your parents opened in your name? You haven\u2019t forgotten about those?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kostya froze for a moment, looking at her confused. He didn\u2019t know what to say.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u201cWell, that\u2019s different\u2026 It\u2019s a family business\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd my apartment isn\u2019t family property? Not an inheritance from the grandmother who raised me?\u201d Alina\u2019s voice softened but carried so much pain that each word cut like a knife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t you trust me?\u201d Kostya started to get irritated, his voice growing harsher. \u201cYou think I\u2019m after your apartment?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what to think,\u201d Alina stood up, avoiding his eyes. \u201cWe\u2019ve been married for only a month, and you\u2019re already talking about contracts, papers, conditions\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt was mom\u2019s idea,\u201d Kostya admitted, as if his shoulders suddenly lost their usual confidence. \u201cShe says everything must be documented these days\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYour mother?\u201d Alina laughed, but her laugh was not joyful, rather bitter, almost poisonous. \u201cThe same one who was against our wedding from the start? The one who offered you that downtown apartment just so we wouldn\u2019t live here?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then, as if on cue, his phone rang. On the screen: \u201cMom.\u201d Everything was clear without words.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t sign,\u201d Alina said quietly, hoping her words might somehow change the course of events. \u201cLet\u2019s figure things out between us first.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But Kostya was already on the call, his voice calm, as if nothing had happened:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u201cYes, mom\u2026 No, she hasn\u2019t signed yet\u2026 Yes, I explained everything about the renovation\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Alina looked at him and suddenly felt him slipping away. This was not the guy who once promised his family that everything would be decided only between them. Not the one who said they would build their life together, step by step, unafraid of difficulties. Where was the one who promised to support her in any situation so she could fully trust him?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMom wants to come over,\u201d Kostya said, putting down the phone. \u201cShe says we need to discuss everything\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Alina said firmly. \u201cYour mother will not decide matters of our family.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut she just wants to\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat exactly does she want, Kostya?\u201d Alina interrupted sharply, her voice cutting like a knife. \u201cTo take away the last thing I have left from my grandmother? Or to prove that without your money, I\u2019m nothing?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kostya fell silent. His face became strange, frozen in bewilderment. And again, his phone vibrated in his pocket, reminding him of something he didn\u2019t want to acknowledge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou know what\u2019s the most painful?\u201d Alina went to the window, seeing nothing but distance. It felt like she was looking through someone else\u2019s eyes. \u201cI really believed we were building our future. This renovation \u2014 for us, for our family. Not so that later someone would start keeping score.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u201cKeeping score? I just want it to be official\u2026\u201d Kostya tried to explain, but his words failed to come together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOfficial about what?\u201d She turned to him. Her gaze was so cold that even the air seemed to freeze. \u201cTo stake a claim on the apartment? What about your words about love and trust?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At that moment, someone knocked at the door. Elena Vitalyevna entered \u2014 as always, in an expensive suit, holding a folder. She didn\u2019t wait for an invitation and walked into the kitchen without asking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI was passing by, thought I\u2019d drop in on the young couple\u2026\u201d The mother-in-law looked around the kitchen, sat at the table, and without waiting for a greeting added, \u201cOh, you\u2019re discussing the agreement? Alinochka, you understand, it\u2019s just a formality\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cA formality?\u201d Alina stood up slowly but confidently. Her movements became broad, each word like a verdict. \u201cHaven\u2019t you thought, Elena Vitalyevna, that this is humiliating? To come a month after the wedding and demand to rewrite my apartment?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMy dear,\u201d the mother-in-law sat down as if nothing had happened and began pulling documents from her folder. \u201cNo one is rewriting anything. It\u2019s just that nowadays everything needs to be legally formalized. Kostya invested serious money\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMoney I never asked for!\u201d Alina raised her voice, not hiding her anger. \u201cWe decided to do the renovation together! As a couple, as a family. I also invested all my savings!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u201cWhat are you comparing\u2026\u201d Elena Vitalyevna grimaced, but her face showed irritation. \u201cYour savings and Kostya\u2019s money\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMom,\u201d Kostya spoke up, as if trying to put out the fire, \u201cmaybe it\u2019s better not to\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo, let her finish,\u201d Alina crossed her arms, standing opposite. \u201cLet her say that my savings are peanuts. That I\u2019m a beggar hunting for your family\u2019s money.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhy be so harsh?\u201d Elena Vitalyevna started flipping through the papers in her folder. \u201cWe just want to protect interests\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhose interests, mom?\u201d Kostya suddenly asked, his voice dull like a hammer strike. \u201cMine? Or yours?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elena Vitalyevna froze, holding the papers, her face suddenly so tense that Alina barely noticed her hands trembling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat do you mean \u2018mine\u2019? I think about your future! Investing that much money in someone else\u2019s apartment\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIn my wife\u2019s apartment,\u201d Kostya suddenly straightened, and his voice carried both strength and determination. \u201cAnd I didn\u2019t invest it to demand anything later.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cKostenka, but you understand\u2026\u201d the mother-in-law began, but Kostya interrupted her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u201cNo, mom, you need to understand. I love this woman. When we did the renovation, I thought about our home, not how to insure my investments.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut nowadays\u2026\u201d Elena Vitalyevna wiped her eyes with a handkerchief, as if words came hard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNowadays,\u201d Alina interrupted, her voice firm and cold, \u201cdecent people don\u2019t come a month after a wedding demanding a share of an apartment.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m not demanding!\u201d The mother-in-law jumped up, her voice almost a scream. \u201cI\u2019m just suggesting legal formalities\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMom,\u201d Kostya\u2019s voice was steel-hard, \u201cpack your papers and leave. Alina and I will sort things out ourselves.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBut son\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI said \u2014 leave. And don\u2019t interfere in our family affairs anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elena Vitalyevna pursed her lips; her face became like a stone wall. \u201cSo, you choose her? That\u2026 that girl from a simple family, with a tiny Khrushchyovka apartment?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMom!\u201d Kostya raised his voice, his hand clenched into a fist. \u201cStop it immediately!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd why stop?\u201d The mother-in-law shouted, her words flying like arrows. \u201cTelling the truth? That she surrounded you? That there could\u2019ve been a better match \u2014 the daughter of your father\u2019s business partner, with a downtown apartment\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u201cGet out!\u201d Kostya sharply pointed to the door, his voice firm as stone. \u201cRight now!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elena Vitalyevna went pale, her eyes blazing with anger but also with a kind of pain that was hard to hide. She stood in the doorway, pressed her lips, and seemed to hold back tears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2026 you\u2019re kicking out your own mother?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m asking you to leave and stop meddling in our lives,\u201d Kostya took her by the elbow and gently but firmly led her to the door. \u201cAnd take your agreement with you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
When the door closed behind the mother-in-law, a heavy silence filled the apartment, so deep that Alina felt as if everything had gone still and only her ears were ringing. She stood by the window, her back straight, but her eyes showed how hard she was holding herself together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSorry,\u201d Kostya said quietly, his voice full of guilt. \u201cI shouldn\u2019t have listened to her. Not from the start.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Alina turned to him, tears standing in her eyes that she struggled to hold back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDid you really\u2026 really do the renovation not for a stake in the apartment?\u201d Her voice trembled, as if she was trying to find something in his words to calm herself, to dispel doubts.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cReally,\u201d Kostya replied, hugging her. \u201cI just wanted us to have a beautiful home. Our home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou know,\u201d Alina pressed close to him, her voice barely audible from emotion, \u201cI worried about the renovation too. That you put in so much more than I did\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSilly,\u201d Kostya said, kissing the top of her head. His gaze was warm like sunshine after the rain. \u201cI put in the money, you put in your soul. Every little detail here was chosen by you, every element thought through. And besides\u2026\u201d He smiled, \u201cyou endured all that mess for two months while the renovation went on.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At that moment, the doorbell rang again. They both tensed, but fortunately, it was the pizza delivery \u2014 the order they had completely forgotten about.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRemember,\u201d Alina took out plates, trying to dispel the tension, \u201chow we ate pizza here the first time? Before the renovation, sitting on the floor because we\u2019d thrown out the table\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI remember,\u201d Kostya hugged her from behind, a warm nostalgia in his voice. \u201cAnd how you were afraid I wouldn\u2019t like the apartment. And I looked at you thinking \u2014 how beautiful you are when you talk about your renovation plans.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Kostya\u2019s phone rang again. It was his mother once more. He declined the call, switched off the phone, as if trying to block out the outside world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019ll talk later. When she calms down,\u201d he said<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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