About the book: 2024 / – Ma-am! – the eldest daughter tugs at me. – Dad doesn’t give me pocket money. Tell him! “Science for the future,” the husband snaps. - He said home before ten. Late? Punished. - Will you give me a tour? – the younger one smiles at him cheerfully. “And for souvenirs.” “And for me,” the twins run up, pushing and holding out their hands. – Me too! – Mom, why are you frozen? - the offended daughter cries. I clutch my smartphone, blindly watching as the children besiege Bogdan, and he condescendingly hands out bills. And a strange female voice still rings in my ears: “I’m pregnant from your husband.”».