“I need your help, Vasilyna. I’ll compensate for all your inconveniences. I’ll cover transportation expenses. I’ll pay you two or three times more than at the clinic if you accept my proposal.”
With these words, Artem Kholodov bursts into my life. Once, he broke me, and I swore I would have nothing to do with him. But now his daughter needs help, and I don’t know what to do.
Refuse and blame myself for leaving the little one in trouble? Or agree and face, every day, the ghosts of the past?