Somewhere in the Russian countryside…
Charles carefully observes the little girl walking toward their small house. He notices how she makes her steps slowly and heads down; she never looks up.
Even when she entered their low height wooden gate, she keeps lowering her head. He wonders if something happens in her school; she is not bubbly like the usual.
"Hi. How was your day?" He asked her, but still, she did not look up or glance at him.
Charles is using a typical French language; when just the two of them, they speak with it, but Carlene also learning Russian.
Charles kneels with one foot to see her face. "What's the matter? Did someone bully you at school?"
But Carlene just stayed silent. Then, she slowly looks up, and Charles saw that teary eyes. "Tell me what happens?" He asked worriedly.
Carlene wipes her tears then speak up. "Papa, they told me, that I am not your daughter. Is that true?"
