A stranger has shown up in my house. Neither I nor he can understand how he got in here. All I need is for him to leave as soon as possible—but for some reason he isn’t in a hurry. The only one who’s thrilled by what’s happening is my daughter. Our daughter.
— I’ll clean everything up now, — I grimace, wiping up the spill. — Sorry, Lyalka decided you’re a thief. Don’t be angry with her.
And then Zhenya suddenly jerks.
— What did you say?.. Daughter?