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The phone rang at half-past two in the night. Matvey, having just dozed off after a long shift, reached for the phone. It was his mother. Her voice trembled, unusually frantic.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Matvey\u2026 I need to talk. It’s urgent.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mom, it\u2019s three in the morning! What\u2019s wrong?<\/p>\n
\u2014 I… I can\u2019t sleep. You remember the deadline, don\u2019t you? The money…?<\/p>\n
Matvey froze. His mother had been calling constantly, reminding him about the debt. Three million was a huge amount\u2014savings they had set aside for a home, but she\u2019d convinced him it was for his brother’s surgery.<\/p>\n
\u2014 I promised, I\u2019ll pay it back in two days.<\/p>\n
\u2014 What if… what if I can\u2019t? The bank… they said they\u2019d start the foreclosure process.<\/p>\n
Matvey\u2019s heart raced. Something didn\u2019t feel right.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mom, what bank? You said it was for Kostya\u2019s surgery.<\/p>\n
There was a long pause.<\/p>\n
\u2014 I need to talk to you. Not on the phone. Please come.<\/p>\n
Matvey hung up and stared at the dark screen. His mother\u2019s words were unnerving. He stepped quietly to the kitchen, pulled out a cigarette, and stared out the window, trying to make sense of it all.<\/p>\n
The next morning, Matvey and his brother Kostya met at their mother’s apartment. Kostya was smoking nervously, waiting outside. Inside, Aunt Galya led them to the kitchen where their mother sat, pale and shaken.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mom, what\u2019s going on? What\u2019s the urgency?<\/p>\n
Aglaya Dmitrievna\u2019s voice cracked.<\/p>\n
\u2014 I lied to you. There was no surgery for Kostya.<\/p>\n
Matvey and Kostya exchanged confused glances.<\/p>\n
\u2014 After Dad passed away, I discovered we were in deep debt. Loans, borrowings… Dad tried to cover up the losses with more loans. I didn\u2019t tell anyone… I was afraid to disgrace his memory.<\/p>\n
Their mother pulled out bank statements and continued.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Viktor Stepanovich, my boss, offered help. He promised I\u2019d triple the amount I invested in a month… I believed him. Took out more loans. Mortgaged the apartment. And then… I lost everything. He was a fraud.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Wait, what does that have to do with my surgery?\u2014 Kostya asked.<\/p>\n
\u2014 I made it up. The bank threatened to take the apartment. I thought I could pay you back in time…<\/p>\n
Matvey stood up, shaking with anger.<\/p>\n
\u2014 We gave our last savings, Mom!<\/p>\n
\u2014 I know… I\u2019m so sorry. Forgive me.<\/p>\n
Aunt Galya, who had been silent, spoke up.<\/p>\n
\u2014 I work in financial consulting. I heard about the situation and found a way out. Viktor\u2019s been arrested. We\u2019ll figure this out. We can restructure the debt or declare bankruptcy.<\/p>\n
Just then, the doorbell rang. It was Lena, Matvey\u2019s wife, looking worried. She joined the family council, and everyone began to examine the debt situation.<\/p>\n
\u2014 The total debt is seven million, including the three million from you, two from the bank, and two from microloans, \u2014 Aunt Galya calculated.<\/p>\n
Lena, always practical, asked,<\/p>\n
\u2014 What about Dad\u2019s apartment in the suburbs? It’s not sold yet, right?<\/p>\n
Everyone looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Yes, but… it\u2019s a memory of Dad, \u2014 Aglaya Dmitrievna hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mom, Dad would want us to sell it and save the family, \u2014 Matvey said gently.<\/p>\n
Lena suddenly looked pale, clutching her stomach.<\/p>\n
\u2014 The baby\u2019s kicking, don\u2019t worry, \u2014 she smiled weakly.<\/p>\n
Aglaya Dmitrievna wiped away a tear, looking at her daughter-in-law.<\/p>\n
\u2014 You wanted to use that money for a home for the baby…<\/p>\n
\u2014 Let\u2019s sell the apartment, \u2014 Aunt Galya suggested. \u2014 That\u2019ll cover most of the debt. The rest can be restructured.<\/p>\n
Kostya, suddenly inspired, added,<\/p>\n
\u2014 What about Dad\u2019s garage? I could reopen the workshop, like he taught me.<\/p>\n
Aglaya Dmitrievna looked hopeful.<\/p>\n
\u2014 You\u2019d do that?<\/p>\n
\u2014 Absolutely. I\u2019ve been wanting out of the office for a while, and it\u2019ll be a steady income.<\/p>\n
Lena chimed in,<\/p>\n
\u2014 And we can stay at my parents’ place for a while. They want to help with the baby.<\/p>\n
Aunt Galya quickly ran some numbers.<\/p>\n
\u2014 If all goes well, you\u2019ll be debt-free in a year and a half.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Then we can live honestly, \u2014 Aglaya Dmitrievna smiled through her tears.<\/p>\n
Later, they sat down to a meal together, a rare moment of peace. The family had begun healing, facing the future as a united front.<\/p>\n
Three months later, things had improved. Kostya\u2019s workshop was thriving, thanks to returning clients, and the apartment sold for more than they\u2019d expected. Aglaya Dmitrievna had started taking financial planning courses, and Lena was preparing to go back to work.<\/p>\n
\u2014 We\u2019ve paid off the microloans, and the bank has agreed to restructure the rest, \u2014 Aunt Galya reported.<\/p>\n
\u2014 I\u2019ll help with the paperwork, \u2014 Aglaya Dmitrievna offered. \u2014 I want to be useful.<\/p>\n
Matvey hugged his mother.<\/p>\n
\u2014 I\u2019m proud of you, Mom.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Thank you, son.<\/p>\n
Life continued to improve. The family had found balance, and their unity had transformed their financial struggles into a new beginning. They were even preparing for the arrival of their baby.<\/p>\n
As Matvey returned home from the clinic that evening, he found Lena rocking their son in the nursery.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Imagine, Mom helped me set up the nursery today, even pulled out the cradle from the attic, \u2014 Lena said.<\/p>\n
\u2014 And? \u2014 Matvey smiled.<\/p>\n
\u2014 She cried. Realized that no amount of money was worth family happiness.<\/p>\n
Aglaya Dmitrievna had also found peace.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Now, I count smiles and hugs, not debts. This is real wealth.<\/p>\n
Sunday lunches had become a tradition, with everyone gathering in the workshop kitchen. The future felt bright, not because of wealth, but because of love and honesty.<\/p>\n
\u2014 To family! \u2014 Aunt Galya raised a toast.<\/p>\n
The Volkovs had learned the greatest lesson: true wealth isn\u2019t measured in money, but in the bonds of family.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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