About the book: year / What a pity that I can’t tell you a lot. We have a son. And this is wonderful. He has already begun to take his first steps. He paws in his own language and he has your eyes. He looks at me, and I have the feeling that it is you who are looking, looking straight into my soul. Is it OUR child’s fault that he only has a mother? No. But you made your choice, without even knowing it. And you know... We don’t, damn you, need you. Everything is fine with us without you. And you, Nazar, enjoy your rotten life. Have fun. And Egorka and I have our own lives for two. With hatred, yours, Emira.