- Listen, baby, you can’t be my daughter. Yes, the woman in the photo is my ex-wife, but we divorced before you were born.
- Exactly! She just never told you anything about me!
A girl of about five stands opposite us with her hands on her hips. She’s a copy of Angelina—my wife, with whom we divorced six years ago.
- I know your mom. She wouldn’t hide something like that from me, I shake my head, looking at the photo that the little one brought.
How beautiful Lina is… She became even more attractive and desirable.
- Want to go see her? - I suggest to Katya, and she immediately shakes her head. And I continue: - She’ll tell you herself that I’m not your father.
- No! - the girl protests right away, and I feel disappointed. - I’m not here for that. Answer me a question—what, then, did you do, Dad?