-Mommy? Yegor's head slowly twitches in my direction, and from his complete bewilderment look, I want to rush out of the apartment like lightning, hiding somewhere in the corner of the dark basement.

“Come on later,” I ask with a plea in my voice, and flying up to my daughter, I squat down, looking into small, sleepy eyes, which Nyutka does not stop rubbing with her hands.

— Why are you awake? — I turn to the baby.

— I had a bad dream. Mommy, will you lie down with me?

“Of course, honey, you can go to the toilet for now and let’s go.”

-Who is this uncle? -...