maya viktorovna, why did you say that you were waiting for me? kart?is, you disliked her a little, vanity ate away at her soul, like a moth in a closet, my only fur coat, when was the last time you saw her? i haven't seen her since the very day she left the theater. because of her quarrelsome nature in the hope that she will be in demand by the whole country, even by putin, cuckoo, but... young man, life is unfair, but it is natural, you don’t respond so unflatteringly, one can suspect you, god save and for mercy's sake, i told you, boy, he grew up to take revenge on his nerdy mother, wait, wait, we have information that we didn't have. yes, it wasn’t, it wasn’t in her life, in her house, in her passport, it was in her womb, she gave birth to him six months old, she refused at that very moment to love her son, the stage got in the way, no one in the theater knew, she cleverly pulled it off. “yes, it could have been anyone, yes, it’s understandable, and of course, when the child was born, you can’t say why i can’t, he was born on july 14 , 1976, great,