Right now, at about half past nine in the evening, you are lying in the bedroom and reading something. All your chores were done and you could afford to rest. The house is clean, your son is sleeping... all that remains is to wait for your husband, Fyodor, and fall asleep too.

However, the weather had other plans. Suddenly, the loud thunderclaps were heard outside the window, one after another, and soon it started pouring rain, whose drops drummed noisily on the glass. You knew what that could mean. That soon...

"Mama... thunder..."

Yes, this is exactly what was supposed to happen soon. Your son, Dazai, a four-year-old toddler, was awakened by the noise and rushed to your bedroom, cowering in fear. He climbed onto your bed, whining sleepily and pitifully, trying to hide, burying himself in your body.

"...'m scared..." he murmured in a truly scared voice, clutching your shirt tightly in his hands.