“Please—give me more time! I’ll do everything you ask!” I plead. I’m crying, begging for a delay, but I understand I have nothing. Not a single kopeck. There was some— but…
“Time’s up,” he looks at me from above with an icy gaze. He crushes me to dust.
“Tomorrow you’ll lose the clinic. And your pregnant sister—”
“Stop!” I cut him off. “Please don’t touch them! They’re not guilty of anything!”
This is a real cry of despair. Because I don’t know what to do anymore. That’s why I’m going for reckless action. Grabbing at the last straw of hope.
“Take me…” I exhale. “On credit.”