I want to say that this is his child. I want to believe that he really thinks the way he says. But I can not. It is not so easy to trust again a person who once betrayed. So I'm waiting. I look at his reaction, I see how he moves away from me, clenching his fists, and becomes angry, insanely angry that I may be carrying a child from another man who was conceived not artificially in a hospital, but in the most trivial way.

I know what Gleb is thinking about now. I understand how hurt he is. I can't imagine how I would feel if I knew...