— This girl is pregnant from you. This is true? - I frown at my younger brother. - I offered her money for an abortion! - Are you an idiot? Her stomach is already on her nose! “It’s her problem,” she waves it off as if it were some kind of nonsense. “No, Makar,” I chuckle. - This is your problem, your child and the problem is also yours, which you will solve like an adult man. - What do you mean? - Literally. You will marry this girl. As soon as possible. - What? - he snorts indignantly. - Well, no, this is not for me. I’m not going to... “I said everything,” I loudly press my palm to the table, not allowing him to finish. — Either a wedding, or a free life without my subsidies.