– You’re pregnant, Taya. By me, – Yar says in a cold tone. – That’s how it happened, deal with it. – Then why don’t I know about it? – I laugh nervously, but stumble over his impassive gaze. – Don’t you think that news like that is usually told by the girl to the guy, not the other way around? – It’s not my fault you’re inattentive and… forgetful. One night. A blank spot in my memory. A drowsy, hazy morning. “Nothing happened”… Today he showed up at my wedding to kidnap me from the altar. He left his surname in my marriage certificate, and in the end declared that I’m expecting his child...