“Tanya, what should I give you for your birthday?” “Give me a child.”
My best friend Sergey Kholod’s life consists of meaningless intrigues with women and his beloved work. So when he asks what to give me for my birthday—and in despair I ask for a child—Sergey agrees.
He doesn’t want to tie himself to marriage, but he doesn’t mind having an heir. And after my fiancé cheated, I don’t want any man in my life. No obligations, no limits on my freedom, no vows of fidelity. Sergey and I want only a child.
But my best friend sets one condition: our baby must be conceived naturally.