—Tell me, who is the mother of your son? After a second pause, Tamm stood up abruptly.—The conversation is over.—Excuse me, for God’s sake,” Maryana, having come to her senses, tried to save the situation. Tamm left the table, quickly walked to the office door and opened it: - Good luck! - You... you... you... - You see, I, as a well-mannered person, open the door for a woman. And I don’t even tell her: “Go to hell!” Although I want it. I really want it!