—Don’t you understand?! — the voice suddenly broke into a scream. “I’m a broken doll, Gosh!” Broken, gutted, good for nothing. Why do you need this?! You need a normal woman who... with whom... - Do you know exactly what kind of woman I need? There are many. There is so much of it that it has blocked all the oxygen, and it is impossible to take a breath. Ira grabbed her throat. “Gosh, you... You don’t understand.” “It’s you who don’t understand, Irka.” Maybe I can.—What?—Fix broken dolls.