«I know that you are mad at me. I’ve told you many times that I cannot divorce my wife and marry you. This will damage my career seriously. This is no selfishness, just inevitable reality. I know you are angry, but, please, try to understand that this is beyond my power. We can see each other, as before. Of course, only if you want it. I implore you not to proceed with what you plan to do. You don’t love Gleb, and he doesn’t love you. I know these things. I don’t know Svetlov’s real motives, but I know yours, perfectly well. I wish you no evil, that’s why I’m asking you to cancel your wedding. This will bring only trouble to both of you. If you agree, I could talk with your fiancé,» Fedorov spoke in a calm, soulful voice and looking straight in her eyes.

No real emotions emerged on the face of the professional actress. She was still sitting motionless, with her chin up, looking at the window. The trendy plastic heart-shaped pendant fell right between her breasts, heaving with breathing.

«That's all, that's enough, you've already sustained a pause enough, then there is a bust,» Fedorov smiled again. He took her palm with one hand and kissed her, and with the other gently ran over her shoulder, coquettishly displayed in the latest fashion.

Tatiana turned her head to Mikhail and looking straight into his eyes she asked him in the coldest possible tone, «would that be all? I can get away?

«You want to leave? Just get up and leave?» Fedorov gently lifted the girl.

Tatiana abruptly writhed herself free. Her eyes framed with thick eyelashes were ablaze with passion and rage. They were not gray anymore – they’d become velvet black. Mikhail tried to press her body towards his, but she propped her little fists against his chest.

«Leave it, I am not the one I used to be. I don’t want to be your lover anymore. Am I making myself clear? I can get away?» the girl was breathing agitatedly.

«Of course, you can go, but think about what I have told you. Trust me, it’s very important for both you and Gleb.»

«And what, are you going to fire us?» the actress haughtily looked at Mikhail and went to the door.

« Tatiana, please calm down and look at this whole circus from the side. You are much older than him, he is still quite young. These are also significant arguments against your marriage.»

«Оh! Now you remembered my age! I’ve wasted several years on you and I have nothing as a result: neither a home, nor a family! Would you like to tell me something about it?» The girl’s voice became shrill. «I will not change my mind, I will marry Gleb!»

She banged the door defiantly, the clicking of her heels died away in the distance.

«No, you will not,» Fedorov sighed and looked out of the window.

Autumn was reigning there, Moscow autumn, the time of magic changes from the warm, tender, sweet summer to icy winter cold and fluffy white snow.

Major Lazarev was sitting at a small table in a cozy café. He was sure the talk in a natural, familiar setting would set his interlocutor at ease and be more productive than the one in the bleak office on Dzerzhinsky square. Larisa Panko with a regal bearing was sitting near Anatoly, her legs crossed beautifully. Capron stockings emphasized the elegance of her perfect legs. The girl was dressed in the latest fashion, her hair was neatly and elegantly styled. Larissa beautifully drank coffee from a tiny cup and favorably accepted enthusiastic male gazes.

«So, in exchange for the main parts in films and, if I do well, the rank of the Merited Artist, you are suggesting that I should bear Svetlov’s child? May I ask how am I going to live all these months while I am pregnant? OK, you will take away the baby, but how shall I explain it to my relatives?»