“Hi, it’s Nadia,” I said very quietly—my throat was squeezed with excitement.
“About what question?” Denis asked in his usual polite tone.
“Nadia from university. Third year. We were eating dinner when you came home.”
Majorov exhaled with relief.
“Ah, damn. Sorry, I didn’t recognize. How are you?”
“I… I’m fine,” I answered cowardly, but then I pulled myself together and blurted it out. “Denis, I’m sorry, but…”
I stumbled again. Why apologize? As if I did it on purpose. I just needed to say it. Take it and say two words. But tears were choking me, squeezing my throat.
“— Nadia, are you okay? I’m worried.”
After swallowing hard, I still said:
“I’m pregnant.”
Silence on the other end of the line struck me with cold. After a million endless seconds, Denis asked:
“From me?”
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Denis Mayorov came to a class to tell the students how he ended up on TV. I didn’t even dream that a star from Moscow would pay attention to me. We had one perfect date and one perfect night. He left. Very soon I found out that I was pregnant. I was terribly afraid to tell him, but I called.