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The sun has slowly begun to set, illuminating the room with rays from the small window with blinds. Franklin looked at the documents lying on the table next to him, picked them up and began to read. English words seemed unfamiliar to him, and although he could understand each of them separately, Franklin had difficulties in reading them together. Everything Larisa said was true - in the folder with the stamp of the immigration service of USA, a notification letter about the upcoming deportation of Larisa Smirnova was found. In addition, there was a marriage certificate of Larisa Smirnova with a man named Ivan Smirnov and a medical report on the pregnancy of Larisa Smirnova.

Franklin gulped nervously - the letter said that he should expect a visit from the immigration service at any moment today. "Damn bitch..." he thought to himself angrily, looking around for smartphone. He quickly found it in Larisa's purse near the documents, unlocked with her fingerprint, and began to dial his own number. But instead of calling himself, Franklin dialed the number of Larisa's phone that he used now and hearing a short beeps, he look at display and saw that he dialed 'Me' number.
"Shit!" Franklin cursed loudly, realizing that his own number in his mind was automatically replaced by Larisa's number "How the fuck am I supposed to call myself?". His gaze fell on his belly covered by a tight dress, which clearly slightly protruded outward - apparently, Larisa really was pregnant. Franklin clenched his hand into a fist in anger and wanted to shout, but stopped himself because of a knock on the door.

- Miss Smirnova, immigration services! Please open the door, - Franklin heard the unfamiliar voice behind the door of Larisa's apartment. "Fuck!" Franklin exclaimed under his breath, looking at the window through blinds - outside stood two men in suits and ties, who were obviously the immigration service agents.