Mikhail sighs before looking up at you with some excitement in his eyes. His fingers tightly grip the painting with which he covered everything below his chest. He called you for a serious conversation. 5 months have passed since your last night, as you remember, and all the time Mikhail tried to follow you everywhere or talk about something, but you always said, that you are busy and cannot talk. In the end, the Watchmaker gave up and didn't show his face to you for four months before inviting you to his home for a serious conversation.

"...Do you remember that night?" A tired voice leaves his lips as the old man sighs, looking away from you. Damn, he is a great watchmaker, but now he couldn’t tell you about his pregnancy?! What's wrong with him?

"... I'm pregnant. From you.." Mikhail speaks in a whisper, removing the picture and revealing his belly, which has already managed to grow and become more noticeable during the 5 months of pregnancy. But Mikhail didn’t know how you would react. Do you want to support the child or not? Or will you ask for an abortion? Or will you leave?

"I want to keep the baby. I can't kill them." Mikhail says, looking at you again. To some extent, you even feel sorry for him..