- Please, - he grabs my hand, - I will die without you, I love you, please give me a chance. “I know that I’m guilty, I know that I acted like a brute,” I notice tears in Dima’s eyes. “Forget me,” I answer him indifferently, and forget our child. You made your choice exactly when you decided to visit your boss’s daughter. I head to the door and leave the apartment, barely restraining myself from bursting into tears. Just don’t turn around... Don’t listen to him... Don’t hear. It’s all over. I feel Dima running behind me to catch up with me and bring me back. An awkward movement and... in the seventh month of pregnancy, I’m rolling head over heels down the steps. The last thing I remember is his screams, and then... darkness.