– I have another one, Ksenia. I’ve stopped loving you.
If a knife had been driven into me, it would hurt less than hearing these words.
– What?.. I don’t understand… You… – it’s hard for me to say, but I force myself: – You have someone?
– I have a woman I love. And she is expecting a child. Finally, I’m going to become a father. I won’t let my baby be born out of wedlock. So… We need to divorce immediately.
– Divorce, – I repeat, letting out a crooked laugh. – So… you’re leaving for your pregnant one?
– Yes. Today. Sign the papers, – he nods at the folder on the coffee table. – No scenes. She’s waiting for me.