— We haven’t got anything in common anymore, and it never could be, so goodbye.
— You’re wrong, Ulyana. Though it isn’t your fault. The truth is, something does still connect us.
She tensed up. He can’t talk about the daughter—because they kicked me out before the pregnancy became noticeable. So it must be something else.
— Open the door, Ulya.
That sounded like an order that, earlier, I would never have dared to disobey.
But now I’ve lost my illusions, and I’m responsible for my daughter. I couldn’t afford blind obedience.
— I won’t open. Tell me why you came, or leave!