“Who do you think I am?”

Kira was confused and did not answer. At that moment, somewhere in the living room, a floorboard creaked, then a receding stomp was heard.

“Dasha,” Kirill called her. - Come here, honey.

While the girl was deciding to go out, he turned to Kira and whispered in her ear:

“Trust me, please. I won't hurt you or the kids.

While Kira collected her thoughts, he grabbed the tickets from the table, put them in his pocket and turned to his daughter.

“Dashka,” he called her and smiled broadly when the embarrassed girl finally appeared in the kitchen. - Let's go to the cinema?

She...