The boy’s name is Mark; in July he’ll turn four. Attorney Viktor Lyubimov hands me his phone, and I lock my eyes on the photo, tense with suspicion. The child has my eyes— and not only my eyes: he looks like my exact copy in every way.
— This… Katya’s son? — I choke out.
Lyubimov silently nods. I suddenly rise from my chair and start pacing the office nervously.
— So my ex-wife gave birth to a boy and didn’t even think it necessary to tell me?! — I snap, clenching my fists. — How could something like that happen?!