- What are you gonna tell him? - That I love him. - And you give him children. - At least ten! - Call him! You're wearing a phone, but with me. I want to hear his fucking voice. Svyat plummeted next to me, and I pressed the call. - Aren't you fucking calling me at 3:00 in the morning, Ravinsky? - Ravinsky doesn't call, Reid does. - Reed who? - Stefan. Stefan is calling," I nodded my head. - Do you want children? - If you don't stop carrying the apanage, you won't be able to want to have children...

The evening was full of closing dances. Madeleine waited for the first time for the end of the celebration, wanted to finish the day, forget herself. But time, as it happens, has turned into the worst enemy, and stretched out as intended. The figured hands on the clock seemed to have frozen and refused to let the princess go of the embrace of humiliation. The clouds of grey thoughts were bitterly upset. The guests began to disperse. From the front door of the palace, one by one the coaches drove away...