“Now mommy to the bedroom!”

Kira stepped back.

- Not! she shook her head.

“How badly you think of me, my girl!” Do not be afraid. I left all my instruments of torture at work. Let's just talk.

He took her by the arm and led her to him. As soon as the bedroom door closed, all cloying and friendliness flew off Kirill's face. His voice became firm and businesslike.

Tell me how you imagined it. You take my daughter and disappear?

And I'm filing for divorce! Kira copied his businesslike tone.

- You did not confuse anything? You are now Trubacheva! Until I want to give you a divorce,...