My Daughter Is Yours

“Sasha, get up! I need your help! We have to save the child! Out of spite, tonight we ended up so far from the city, and without my boss—where I worked as a nanny to his son—I can’t get out of this wilderness!” “What happened?” the sleepy man frowned and sat up in bed. “My mom is feeling bad. The ambulance took her away. My daughter went to the hospital with her. We need to go and pick her up. There’s nobody there to take care of her—she’s still little!” “And why exactly should I drive you?” he asked. “Because Anya is your daughter, Sasha.”