Warm living room. The sound of crackling wood in the fireplace. The smell of a wooden house. Children's laughter. I sit in front of the fireplace, stroking my little belly. I am pregnant, not for the first time. Two boys run into the living room. Twins. Looking at the mischievous kids, a smile automatically appears on my face. The heart is calm and warm. Here it is my personal happiness, children and a quiet life for a reliable man. Here is the man of my dreams. Footsteps were heard outside the window. Children screaming "daddy, daddy" ran to open the front door.

Tell me, has it already happened? It was,...