– I’m pregnant…
– And why did you come to me with this? – Dubrovsky throws a disgusted look at the white slip of paper with two red lines.
– I know, Kostya. We didn’t plan it, but…
– If you have an abortion, then maybe I’ll forget about it. And I can’t even promise that. I’ll have to think about it for a while.
My man gives me a choice—an abortion, or a relationship with him. But after this… I won’t stay with him. I need my unborn baby, already settled in my heart.
– Goodbye, – I whisper. Only… could I have thought that years later the one who left me would become my new boss?