— Stop! Hands where you are!
Nastya raised her grandpa’s rifle and pointed it toward Denis.
— Have you completely lost your mind? Put the rifle away. This isn’t a joke!
Without hesitating, Denis stepped forward decisively.
— What jokes are you talking about, dear? — Настя said calmly, and a small fountain of dust burst up in front of the polished shoes of her ex-husband.
— Nastya, don’t be stupid! — Denis flinched back, but didn’t move.
— Let’s talk calmly! Why make it absurd?
— And I think the same: why? I filed for divorce. I’m not claiming your money—I’ve got my own. Go away, and I don’t want to see you here again! I’ll shoot you without mercy, I’ll sit it out—and I’ll be glad to be rid of you! — Nastya answered harshly.
— You’re completely out of it! By the way, Timofey and my son are also—
— According to the papers, but in real life the kids are from Lyudmila. Raise those.
In the book, musical inserts were used: https://zvukogram.com/zvuk/34848/