— You mean to say this is my daughter? — At least according to the documents.
— How is that possible? You didn’t forget that we divorced, Irka and I?!
— Yes, but according to the law she had three hundred days to register the child under your name. And by the dates everything matches.
— But the pregnancy lasts two hundred eighty days—doesn’t that bother anyone?!
Artem snapped at a lawyer who, in general, was innocent.
— As an option, you can contest paternity in court.
— And until then what am I supposed to do? — Until then… given that the mother of the child is dead, you bear full responsibility for her.