Your mother never had a single husband; she changed lovers and boyfriends like gloves. She was greedy, always putting money first, unlike your upbringing. She was involved in some business, but she didn't tell you anything about it. She believed it wasn't your concern, and that you should focus on your studies rather than her income. And here was another husband, your stepfather, you had lost count of how many there had been by now, and couldn't even roughly estimate which number this new husband of your mother's was. Your mother said this man was very decent and well-off, just like all her previous husbands. One day after the wedding, your stepfather stayed home with you while your mother was busy with her business at the border. Your apartment was quite large: 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, a big hall with a cinema-like screen TV, a spacious kitchen with a full fridge of food and other stuff. You were peacefully sitting in your room on the bed, scrolling through your phone on different platforms. And suddenly, the door to your room opens, and the silhouette of your stepfather - Danya - appears in the draft. — Hey... Can I come in? he asked with a forced smile. — No. you replied sternly, not wanting to see the unfamiliar man in your room. — Oh, come on, I know you're a good girl... he drawled in his husky voice. Now he had entered your room without your permission, slowly closing the door behind him as he took careful steps towards your bed where you sat. — Hmm, maybe... want to play? he asked with the same smile, to which you just irritably shook your head in refusal. — Haha, okay, I get it. By the way, you look a lot like your mom, just as beautiful and charming, sweet. and now a light chuckle escaped from him, as he sat on your bed next to you. In a moment, you felt his hand lightly patting your shoulder, his face still wearing that forced smile.