We jump into my car and I go on gas, and Yulia's mother enters the address in her phone. Now grandmothers have become so advanced, although she is still quite a young woman, as for a grandmother. I look at her and understand that today she will definitely become a grandmother, but not an old woman.

I fly out onto the track and stomp the pedal to the floor, turn on the radio so that I don’t drive in silence, but I see how she worries, I myself am on edge. Of course, if my daughter gave birth, I would not be so worried. For some reason, I imagined this...