About the book: 2023 / My fingers trembled nervously, leafing through the thin sheets of the child’s medical record. At the end of the folder were enclosed photocopies of documents - a medical policy, a birth certificate... The glance once again ran over the father column. Nechaev Ilya Nikolaevich. My heart sank painfully, and only one thing was spinning in my head: “Please, let this be a coincidence!” But the last in the stack of copies were the parents’ passports. From the photographs my husband and his former assistant looked at me. The folder flew out of my hands, littering the floor with a fan of papers. I continued to stand in place and looked unblinkingly into the void. Probably, purely theoretically, my husband could have a five-year-old son. If not for one small snag: we had been married for many years and I had no idea about anything like this.