“I don’t like children,” he suddenly admitted. “Why?” I was so surprised. “Nothing but problems from them. All my life I’d have to rearrange everything. No, I decided a long time ago that kids aren’t my thing.” Out of surprise, I almost didn’t sit up on the bed. I turned off the loudspeaker and pressed the phone to my ear. “Vadim, and what if your mom reasoned like that?” I asked calmly. “God, Vic, don’t start!” “If my mom had reasoned like that, then I wouldn’t exist at all. And I wouldn’t feel bad or good—just because I was never born.” This isn’t a serious conversation, let’s not. There are people made for family and children—and there are people like me. I do my job well, I don’t burden anyone—but I don’t want anyone to depend on me either.”