“We were mistaken, my soul... Our son is monogamous... How many years have passed, but he still loves that Russian. He is silent, doesn’t say anything, but I can see that he is unhappy. All at work. And he has no children. He hardly lives at home. He thinks about her all the time... If there were children, it would be different, but here... And Ibrahim hints that it’s time to change the situation. Maybe it's true?... Change? Intervene, correct what they did? How I miss you, my soul...” They were separated. He could not refuse his dying mother. I chose duty over love. But five years have passed. And a baby runs towards him, looking exactly like him. Bearing a name other than his...