Maternity Contract

— I have an offer for you, Dasha. Social workers are threatening to take my daughter away from me. A single father who earns his living through unregulated fights, according to them, can’t raise a child properly—he bitterly smirks. — So I need to create something like a happy family.

— And what does that have to do with me? — I ask, confused.

— I need a wife. Temporarily. You’ll spend every day with my daughter and you’re perfect for that role.

— That’s impossible, — I look at him, stunned.

— I checked. You’ve already lost your car to your debts; next in line is your apartment. Soon you’ll have nowhere to live, and I’ll pay you. I’ll pay very well.

— You didn’t understand— I clear my throat and look up at the man. — I’m getting married.

— I don’t care about that. My daughter is the most expensive thing I have. If you don’t help me, you’ll lose everything.