Debt
You’ll find this unbelievable, but Ksyusha is your daughter.
I didn’t tell you about the pregnancy during the divorce because I didn’t want to ruin your career or destroy my life.
Forgive me.
At the doorstep of my apartment stands a girl whose very existence I hadn’t even known about. She holds a plush teddy bear tightly and looks at me with big blue eyes.
And I realize: I’m going to have to become the perfect father—because my career and everything that will happen next now depends on it…