—Do you have... a daughter? — I look at my stepbrother, barely tearing words out of my dry throat. Zhenya looks up at me, because of which everything inside is twisted. I've never seen him like this. Always collected, always ready to help... Now it’s like he’s been broken. “I found out about this two weeks ago,” he exhales hoarsely. — Her mother died. Rita and I dated for a short time. I was not aware of her pregnancy. My legs give way and I fall onto the chair next to the man whom I seem to love more than life itself. Do not know what to say. I have no idea how to react or how to support him. And most importantly, I don’t understand how I feel... - Zhen... - No, Alice. Everything has become more complicated. You're only twenty-one. And you're my damn stepsister... We need to end what's happening between us. And as soon as possible.