– Delivery for you!
– What delivery? I didn’t order anything.
Hmm, but the courier girl is nothing… A pretty girl, kind of in my taste.
I straightened my shoulders on reflex.
– Here it is, – she suddenly pulled a child out from behind her. – Your daughter, Trofimova Yana Vladislavovna. Sender – your ex-wife.
– What?
I choked.
Is this some kind of joke? I have a daughter?