It was sheer chance that brought us together with General Igor Timofeev. On the day he came to rest at our sanatorium, I was substituting for a sick subordinate, and by the will of fate we met.
And it was only by the will of fate that I became pregnant—although I couldn’t have done it for several years of lawful marriage.
Igor left as suddenly as he burst into my life.
He left without saying goodbye and didn’t call even once afterward.
So why should he know that now he has a daughter.