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OLGA: When we are crossing that line, the new boundaries evolve. A new internal world so to say. We vigorously guard that world.

ARTEM: Guard from whom?

OLGA: Everyone.

ARTEM: It there anything to guard?

OLGA: There is.

ARTEM: Is it first love?

OLGA: Yes it is.

ARTEM: She is grown up though. It's time.

OLGA: It's not that.

ARTEM: What is then? Is the boy no good?

OLGA: I don't know. I haven't seen him yet.

ARTEM: Why not?

OLGA: I don't think you heard what I said before.

ARTEM: What was that?

OLGA: I told you that she "kills me". I cannot be afraid any more.

ARTEM: I don't get it. Is it a poor peer influence, bad habits or personality issues? Can you be a little more specific, please?

OLGA: Please Artem, there is no need to be so abrupt. Have you thought that many problems of our kids come from us?

ARTEM: We don't see our shortcomings in our kids.

OLGA: We don't want to see. I blame myself for not having a father figure when she was growing up.

ARTEM: Nowadays, it is a common situation everywhere though.

OLGA: We don't know those families. We don't know their problems. You can say; however, that there are no families without problems and the difference is only what is the main issue in each instance.

ARTEM: Precisely.

OLGA: I'll try to explain. As it turns out to be I am not as self-sufficient woman as I was thinking. I did not get enough love and obviously won't get it. I don't even know if I have ever been loved for real. It is so important to know that you are loved and needed that you are the one. Without it a woman develops a huge complex. There is no way out it is a deadlock.

ARTEM: You draw all of this in such dark tones. You are more than self-sufficient.      -

OLGA: I am trying to say that the unused love was spilled over the child without a good measure.

The parental love should also be given in doses.

ARTEM: Is she very spoiled?

OLGA: Not really. I limited my love to her myself.

ARTEM: Olya, tell me more about her.

OLGA: I have not stopped talking about her. Two years ago, she went to the black sea during the summer break. She went with the family, of her girlfriend. She is tall and looks more mature than she is. When she was fourteen she looked more like seventeen– eighteen. She is serious and well-read. She has that internal dignity in her face.

ARTEM: (Interrupting) So, what did go wrong.

OLGA: She met a man there. The man was much older than her. He was intelligent, good-looking and attentive. She fell in love. I see it in her eyes. It is not a passing fancy it is a serious love. It is the early first love.

ARTEM: Where did you fiends look?

OLGA: They watched her to eat well and not to swim too far. She lost her virginity at fourteen to a man who I think is about forty five.

ARTEM: Did she tell you that?

OLGA: Yes

ARTEM: So, what did you do?

OLGA: I don't know anything about him… no name, no city he is from, not what he does… nothing. She is being very secretive. She protects her world… her first love.

ARTEM: Is there absolutely no way to find all of that out?

OLGA: Try to understand. He did not rape her. He drew her to himself. (He seduced her). He cannot be sued. In such situations, our people tent to rather fault a woman even if she is just a kid and he is a gown-up man trying to assert himself at the expense of a young woman.

ARTEM: What can be done then?

OLYA: I don't know. (She slowly moves around the room without saying anything. Artem sit; by the table absolutely crashed). You know Artem, I have a feeling I won't ever see you anymore. Tall and beautiful girl enters the room. This is their daughter. Her eyes pass Artem with no delay.

She talks to her mom.

Daughter: Mom, wait, I'll explain everything now.

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