— Konstantin Dmitrievich, what are you doing? — Lera folds her arms militantly on her chest, and her voice trembles. - My baby sleeps. Isn’t it time for you to go home? “I seemed to make it clear that I intend to drink tea,” I answer dispassionately. I see tears gathering in her eyes. He bites his lips, clearly gaining strength to start speaking: “Stop, Kostya,” he finally squeezes out. - Let's just pretend we don't know each other. Please go away! It hurts. For me, for obvious reasons. I used to love her. I dreamed of building a family with her. And she betrayed me. But why does it hurt her? This is visible to the naked eye. Something in her reaction makes me doubt the reality of what made us break up four years ago...HE