- Dad! – I hear a child’s cry and turn around. A girl of about five is rushing towards me. “Daddy!” “Finally, I found you,” he flies up and hugs my legs. “You’re wrong, baby.” “I’m not your dad,” I squat down and straighten my hat that has slipped to one side. “My, my, I know for sure,” he impulsively hugs me by the neck. “What’s your name?” “Anna Ivanna.” - Wow, I guessed the middle name, but I don’t have children, and I don’t remember any flights. Children are my taboo. “What’s your mother’s name?” She pulls out a crumpled photograph and hands it to me. “Here is my mother, Viktolia.” I take the photo and look at the happy faces captured on it. Me and Vika. The heart breaks into a mad gallop. It can't be...