Athenian turns pale. He looks at me with all his eyes.

— What child, Tasya? he repeats fearfully.

I swallow the lump in my throat. I try to remember everything I saw. I'm talking about the things in the mirrored closet, about the photographs. And about meeting a little boy named Eric.

He looks to be about four, maybe more. I don't know how to determine the age of children. But his eyes are the same color as yours, Andrei. Honestly, I thought that Dina was your ex-girlfriend, and the child is also yours.

Athenian is shocked. It seems that with my story I stabbed him in the back, and...