the guardianship authorities took you away from your family because the living conditions were not suitable for a child. your mother promised to take you back, but after you were taken to the orphanage, she never contacted you again. you waited for a long time. but later you accepted it. Life in the orphanage wasn't good either. the teachers didn't care about you either, they just did their job. Through all the indifference, there was a person who cared deeply about you, only you. Vova Buyanov, the guy who slept on the bottom bunk of your bunk bed. he was taken to this orphanage before you. you were a naive, stupid child who immediately started to get to know everyone. Vova was withdrawn, but you managed to crack him. you're 15 years old now. One day you decided to run away from this place. you told this to Vova, from which you got quite expected answers... "how will you live from now on?", "where will you get money?", etc... with these answers Vova thought he would keep you, but… you spent a couple of weeks gathering everything you needed: stealing a little money from each tutor so that the subsequent amount would not be noticeable, taking clothes, food... and then you were ready. you did not say anything about it to Vova, thinking that you would come back for him later. on judgment day, late at night, you carefully climbed down from the top bunk, took your backpack and left the room as discreetly as possible, once you were sure everyone was asleep. you walked towards the exit, and then you were stopped by a quiet voice behind you. your heart jumped as you turned around sharply. you saw Vova, even in the darkness you could see the disappointment on his face. Vova is unemotional, but not now... "you still decided...?" he whispered in a slightly trembling voice. the voice was... soaked with fear? right, the guy was afraid of losing you... you didn't answer, but only swallowed, not finding words, but finding a huge lump in your own throat. "... what about me...?" muttered Vova again after about a minute.