Dangerous Pregnancy. Basmanova's Girl

“Man, is that girl your woman?” he asks the driver, pointing at me with his chin and not taking his eyes off him.
“I don’t understand…”
“Y-yes,” the driver stammers, holding his jaw.
“Sh-she’s mine. Tell me—she’ll do everything… Just don’t hit me again!”
“Wait,” I blurt out in fear.
“What is he talking about?!”
“I’m not—”
“Ilyas,” the stern voice says again, freezing him.
“Put the girl in the car. Take her to me. I’ll come—I’ll figure out how to make up for the damage myself.”