Irina's point of view:

When her sobs subsided, I took her hand and walked her to her room.

I sat her on her bed.

"I think you need rest." I told her as I turned to leave.

"He is angry with me, right?" She asked out of the blue.

"Who?" I turned to her.

"Roman, he is ashamed of me, right?* She asked me again.

I kept mute, knowing that my reply might hurt her.

"You know, he has always been like a father figure to me. My dad never really took up responsibilities over me. When Roman was already okay, he made sure he met up with my wants....