After an hour's dinner. Garcia's beard and thick curly hair contrasted sharply with Asimov's bald head. I always wanted to laugh when I looked at them. It seems that this meal is very relaxing. But I think Asimov should be able to guess my purpose. He took a sip on his red wine and started to get down to business: "Your Highness, I know the purpose of your visitation. Agatha is doing very well, as you can see."

"Yes, thanks to you, Mr. Asimov!" I'm still polite.

"She is pregnant, and we will have our first child!" He is very proud.

"I think she is not only your wife, the...