—Don’t you dare come closer to us! This is not your child! - I shout out, hiding the fear that comes over me. — I would suggest doing a DNA test, but I don’t see the point, the boy is my copy. I won't let Roma raise my child. I’m warning you for the last time, I will return him, even if I have to destroy your life and the life of your dear husband. “Timur... please,” I can barely hold back my tears. - It's not too late to stop. Roma was your best friend. You don't need me. And you don't need a son. He already has a family. His gaze becomes harder. — This will not happen. If you don't want it to be good, it will be bad, Milana. I know Romka, and soon you will know too. Let's see what he chooses: save the company or give you... and my son.