It took some time for Ivan to process the information she had passed to him.

"You are what?"

"Pregnant. You heard me Ivan. I am pregnant."

Ivan laughed.

"What has that got to do with me? Send him to his father."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Your questions surprise me. Listen, I'm a busy person, okay? Let me rephrase it. Who is the father of that baby?"

"Don't be ridiculous. It's your baby, our baby."

Ivan laughed again. This time, it was louder than the former. It was filled with mockery.

"Our baby?" he mimicked.

"Really? When did that happen? When was the last time I had anything with...