“Irya, does Sonya have any problems at kindergarten?” “Thank you, Leshik! Now she doesn’t. How you got us here—everything immediately got better. The relationships in the group are friendly, and the teacher is kind. Yes, Sonya? Say thank you to dad.” “Daddy, I love you so much,” the girl said, twisting the words. “And I love you too, baby.” “What is happening now?”—Natya whispered to herself, getting lost, unable to stand up. “Who is this woman? Who is this girl? Does Lesha have another family?” “Irin-ka, let me take you there; I have to go. All our relatives are getting together today, I can’t be late. It’s Natalya’s birthday.” “Lesh, but you won’t forget about tomorrow, will you? You promised Sonya a swimming pool,” a slight reproach crept into the woman’s voice. “Irin, I’ll try very hard, but tomorrow Pasha has competitions, and I’m already so rarely at his performances.” Natalya gets upset. Natalya gets upset… In the woman’s voice, besides hurt, there was also jealousy. “You may have even changed your mind about divorcing…?”