“What’s the term?” Swallowing tears, I nod toward my sister’s belly. “It doesn’t matter. Listen, Masha…” Zoyka’s voice turns businesslike. “Grandma left money for the apartment for both of us, right? I’ll return your share to your card in time.” With every second, the roar in my ears only grows louder. “So while I was paying the mortgage and your tuition, you got pregnant with my Denis, and now you’re hinting that I should free up the living space?” “How’s your conscience, Zoy?” “I heard you were offered a place in Moscow. Some rich, cool businessman heads a company. Go to Moscow, Masha. Maybe there you’ll find your own happiness. You don’t want my child to grow up without a father, do you?”