Violetta... just don’t send me away. Your husband will kill me when he finds out I’m pregnant. The face of a young girl standing on the threshold of our house with Kirill twists as tears rise. — He picked me up on the road a year ago, brought me to the suburbs. Between us there was only the bed… for money. He forbade me to get pregnant. But it happened. She lays a hand on a perfectly flat belly and begs: — I can’t get rid of the child. Maybe when I give birth, you’ll take him for yourself? My settled life—where there was an adult son, stable work, and plans together with my beloved—shattered into dust in the very moment when… a pregnant kept woman appeared on our doorstep, my husband’s mistress.