Six years have passed since my husband died. But even after all these years, I can’t imagine any man beside me. And then my friend suggested that I have a child for myself. I don’t want a donor—absolutely. Better I’ll find someone myself and choose him myself. He must be talented, smart, and handsome… Especially since there’s one Frenchman exactly like that on my radar. But at some point, the planned program breaks down. And I realize that the game is continuing now—no longer by my rules…