"Not exactly."
"Make a shot at it—just for fun!"
"Bärenpelz," he answers, a little ashamed.
"A wife?"
"Ett!"
"He wants a divorce!" another answers for him.
"How many children?"
He has to think, and counts on his fingers: "By the first wife—mine: one, two, three; hers: one, two; by the second wife...." He is tired of counting: "Let us say six!"
"'Let us say' is no good. I must know exactly."