—When were you going to tell me about the baby? - He pulls his elbow. “This is my daughter, Bortsov,” I blurt out. - She has nothing to do with you! - So she didn’t intend to. You thought I wouldn’t recognize?! How naive you are. “We don’t need anything from you,” I shout. - Don’t you dare interfere in our lives - But this is not for you to decide, Snowflake. * Four years ago Lyosha betrayed me and sent me for an abortion, which I could not have. I raised my daughter alone. I was sure that our paths would never cross. Until one day I got a job in a company where Bortsov, the father of my daughter, turned out to be the boss.