I look around the small but cozy office. There is very little furniture here. Leather sofa against the wall. A table, two armchairs and a neat wardrobe. There are many framed photographs on the opposite wall. Perfect cleanliness all around. A short woman stands at the window and talks to someone on the phone. Beautiful, well-groomed. In a strict black and white dress. She really suits this style and shade. And you can’t say that she is the mother of two adult sons. There is a superficial resemblance between us. The woman's face looks as pale as mine, against the backdrop of stinging black hair.

Frozen at the entrance, I...