My anger grew every minute. But I tried to think soberly, but nothing worked. The idea came by itself: I grabbed a blank piece of paper and a pen from his desk. I began to write frantically, Marat looked at me with confusion and, probably, anger. But I didn’t care anymore. I hand him the sheet and say loudly: “Sign!” Marat takes the sheet of paper, reads it and looks at me angrily. Silent. - Yes, this is abandonment of an unborn child. You still think that he is not yours. Sign! I'm about to cry. Marat doesn't move. At that second the door opens and Andrei comes in. “Darling?” Marat takes the pen and signs with all his might. I grab the child’s refusal form and run as fast as I can from the office, wiping my tears with my palm.