Alexander pali even louder.
– Mine?
Elena raises her gaze.
This time you don’t keep it away.
– Yes.
– One word.
That’s it.
But that word had ruined five years of his life.
Alexander leaned with his hand to the wall.
Victoria whispers:
– God…
Max looked at adults without understanding.
Mom, is this my father?
Elena kneels in front of her son.
“Max, please go to Auntie Irina.
– But…
– Five minutes.
– Okay.
The boy left obedient.
When the door of the room for staff closed, Alexander spoke:
You hid my baby.
Elena looked at him in a way that made him shut up.
– Me?
– Five years, Elena.
I wrote you.
– What?
I came to your office.
– Never.
– Twice.
I would have known.
You didn’t know.
I’ve called you dozens of times after the divorce.
For the first three weeks.
You changed your number!
“Because your mother told me you never want to hear from me again.”
Alexander incense.
– My mother?
Elena unwrapped without a word the small bag she was wearing as part of the uniform.
Get a leather document-probe.
From him, an old envelope.
Yellowing at the bends.
It was obvious that it had been kept for years.
– What is it?
“What I had to show you five years ago.
Alexander stretched out his hand.
Elena didn’t give her the envelope.
