I go to her, and she continues to stand in the doorway with her hands outstretched, as if saying: “Is this all you are capable of?”

No Vikulya. That's not all.

- Do you want Korneev to visit? I will gladly help you with this.

Does she have panic in her eyes? Something new.

- What are you going to do?

And somewhere self-confidence has gone.

- I will invite your Korneev to visit. Let me know how much you are looking forward to it.

For plausibility, I take out the phone from my pocket and silently count to three.

Three.

Two.

- You wouldn't dare. You don't even have...