her the pill." The term is small. It's okay, she won't notice. I can't. I don't even like her. So, a young fresh body. A good woman, especially after Lyalka married, – Oleg sighed, thinking about something of his own.
– So, good-bye, Oleg.
– Stop, Tolya, please! Help me, save me. For me and Ara.
Anatoly weighed it for a few seconds, then said wearily.
"Don't involve me in crime. I will not spare anyone from anything. Tell her. She will decide what to do. This is her body and her life.
– Tolya, and if she wants to give birth? That's from me. Ara will not forgive me, she barely forgave me Larysa, a man grabbed the hands of the doctor, in the eyes natural tears.
– My friend, now she is under a drip with vitamins and saline, I leave her here at night, I need to saturate the body with liquid and trace elements and wash the alcohol. Talk to her. If you want, convince her that you don't need a child, especially since Ara is infertile. Talk and decide together. What happens between you is your own business. This does not concern me if it does not pose a threat to life or physical discomfort.
Oleg entered the room, wiping his sweaty palms on his suit. At the creak of the door opening, the girl opened her eyes and tried to smile faintly.
– Olezhek, hi, my love…
"Hush, cat, hush. Don't worry, it's fine. You're with me, you're safe. Everything will be fine.
– I love you darling – She held out her little white hand to the man.
– And I you, cat, listen, here me your doctor, Anatoly Ivanovich said, that you are pregnant…
"I – I wanted to tell you, but later, later," she said, her eyes filled with the bitter tears of a hurt girl.
"Cat, you have to do an abortion. No objection. You and I have just started our relationship. You've moved into a nice place, you've got a career, you're not even twenty-five. Besides, I don't need children. I'm dating you to love you, and you're giving me these tricks.
Vera lay there, silently swallowing her tears. She crumpled the sheet that covered her with icy hands.
– Cat, if you want to continue to see me, love, and be with me about any child can not be a question, – the last words Oleg spat out with such anger in the face of his mistress that she stopped crying, and just nodded.
In the morning, Vera went to Anatoly Ivanovich and asked for a referral to a gynecologist to sign up for an abortion.
"Vera, are you sure?" Are you sure you've weighed everything? the doctor asked the question softly, but it hurt her ears.
"Doctor, yes, thank you," the girl murmured uncertainly.
– Vera, you are young, strong, the fact that you drank wine and weakened will not affect the child in any way. If you are worried about it. A child is formed by many factors, the main of which is heredity and the absence of genetic diseases, and not a glass of wine at an early stage.
"No, Anatoly Ivanovich, that's not why I'm here. Oleg just said that he would leave me…
"Do you want a baby?"
– I love and want Oleg, if he leaves me, I have no reason to live.
The doctor gave her a long, searching look.
– It is your body, your life, and your decision to make. If that's what you want, I can't stop you.
She breathed a sigh of relief and even smiled.
– Thank you, Anatoly Ivanovich, Yes. I'll have an abortion at your clinic. Where do I go now to get tested and sign up?
Oleg was so happy about the abortion that he decided not to leave Verochka yet. He treated her with care and attention, and when she recovered, he took her on a two-week trip to Europe. They skied, drank mulled wine, and made love in front of the fireplace, where the wood crackled. The girl was so in love that she never thought about those terrible days before the hospital and after.
The relationship more or less took a stable character, she saw Oleg almost every day during the break, they had lunch, sometimes managed to stop in her flat, sometimes just chatted in the restaurant. A couple of times a week he stayed overnight and these were the happiest days and nights in the whole world.
Vera looked at the sleeping lover with tenderness and reverence, she stroked his hands and hair, hugged him, smelled his skin. Trying not to look at the wedding ring on her right hand, she looked at her hand, at her empty ring finger, and dreamed, dreamed, dreamed…
– Hello, Vera. Hello, can you hear me?
Vera paused with the phone at the kitchen window. She knew that voice; she would have recognized it from hundreds, from thousands of voices. She had heard that voice from his phone for almost nine months, when she made him coffee, when she vacationed with him abroad, when she lay in bed with him, and each time two snakes somewhere deep inside raised their heads and hissed furiously.
There was no point in hanging up; Vera knew it was Her.
– Yes. Hello, I can hear you.
– This is Arina, Oleg's wife. Can I meet you and talk to you?
Chapter 5
Vera was sitting at a table in a restaurant and nervously swiping the Instagram. Today, in particular, she was not interested in stars, and in general, the children of her fat classmates. Her photo from Courchevel received a huge number of likes and comments, at first she was pleased, even flattered that so many friends from her town are jealous of her beautiful and rich life. But even they today did not warm the tormented soul of the night before the conversation with his wife.
"Good afternoon, Vera. My name is Arina. I don't think you forgot.
Across the table sat a beautiful woman in her mid-thirties, a striking brunette. A black bob accentuated high cheekbones and almond-shaped eyes, and pear-shaped diamonds glittered on long fingers. Arina smelled of wealth and paradise. The white blouse revealed a chic cleavage that was barely contained by lace and sexy as hell bra.
Vera had never felt so pathetic in her life. She did not understand Oleg and understood herself by contacting him.
– Good day, Vera! Nice to meet you! – Arina so sincere and radiant smile that Vera was not alone. In another situation, she would have admired the woman and tried to win her trust. But not now.
Strange feeling, Vera's lower belly ached so much that she thought about her period. Ah, no, it was a week ago, there were no problems after the abortion, and the tests were excellent. But a twinge of pain twisted Vera in the ram's horn.
"Is something wrong?" Arina raised an eyebrow, feigning sympathy.
– No.. Vera, barely breathing, got up from the table and hobbled to the toilet on half-bent legs.
Down below was dark and cool. The concept of light on the walls made the lighting near the toilet mysterious, even mystical. Vera tore out the tomato juice and vodka and took a deep breath. Her heart was pounding. After flushing the water, she went out to wash. Redwater flowed from the tap.
– Ahhh! Vera yelled and jumped back to the wall. Empty bathroom only answered with an echo. The toilet was underground, on the floor below, so the sounds of vomiting, love, and water draining were not heard by any of the visitors.
The girl went to the tap, the pain in the lower abdomen did not subside, there was a fire as if someone had impaled the uterus and fried it from all sides.
Vera turned on the tap and made sure that the water was the usual clear color. She washed her face with cold water for a long time, and then raised her head. Instead of her face, a three-month-old fetus with no visible organs or body parts stared back at her, as if a textbook image had been placed on her head. The embryo nodded at her and seemed to shake a semblance of ahead.
Vera woke up in a familiar clinic. The drawing of the white walls would not be confused with any drawing in the world. Anatoly Ivanovich opened the familiar door and said Hello.
– Well,