- Lada, do you understand what you’ve done? — Mарат asks. — You’re a smart woman, you should’ve handled everything legally. And now he’s not on your side.
- I saved my daughter! — I raise my voice. — First of all, I’m a mother.
- She is also his daughter, — Mарат, it seems, thinks I’ve lost the last of my common sense.
- Only on paper, — I answer, quieter already.
He frowns, stays silent for a moment, and the next question he says in a hoarse voice, as if the words are hard for him to form:
- How old is she?
Two years ago we met by chance, spent a couple of weeks together, and our seaside romance ended. And on the day of our wedding I found out that from that little adventure I had been left with a gift…