About the book: 2023 / His face trembled, but he never left the queue. She had to stand with him and talk in front of everyone. Disheveled, shaggy, red, she was breathing heavily from running. This is how Artyom remembered her. “Artyom,” she grabbed his hand, but he immediately pulled free. - Listen! I know that Olesya staged some kind of provocation! Trust me! Don't leave! Give me time, I'll find out everything! Suvorov was silent. His turn was approaching. - Artyom! - Katya exclaimed in despair, seeing him handing the ticket to the conductor. - I'm pregnant! Almost six weeks, Artyom! His face trembled again, but Katya saw that he did not believe her. He shrugged his shoulders and said, going up the stairs to the carriage: “If you’re pregnant, tell the child’s father.” What does it have to do with me?