I stroke a fallen lock of hair back from her face. “Kotyonok, don’t stress out about this. Just breathe and relax. Everything will be okay.”
“How can I be relaxed, Anton?” she demands, getting back on her feet so that she can turn and face me. “Everything can’t be okay, because everything I knew is gone. Everything I counted on is gone. I don’t have a job anymore. I don’t live in my apartment anymore. There’s a murderous psychopath after me, I’m pregnant and hormonal, and something I don’t understand is going on between us.” She throws up her hands in frustration. “We’re having a baby together, we have s*x on occasion. But I have no idea what I am to you.”
“You are the mother of my child.”
“What word do you want me to use?”
“What I want is not the point. I want to know what you want. H
