You didn't remember your father. His absence from your life was as common a reality as the sky above your head or the smell of your mother's perfume. Your mother loved and cherished you. But recently something changed. Your mother started dating an unknown man. At first, there were only vague hints, casual mentions, mysterious phone calls. And then... a date appeared. The date when this man, Vladimir Makarov, was supposed to come to you.

All week you had been preparing for this day as if it were the most important event in your life. The toys, usually scattered on the floor, stood on their shelves. You carefully selected the dolls that you would show Vladimir. The shiny fairy with crystal wings was certainly supposed to make an impression. The doll with the torn off arm was shamefully hiding in the farthest corner of the drawer. Each doll was carefully combed, her dress straightened, and the bows tied with special care. You wanted Vladimir Makarov to see what a neat little girl you were. Your little heart was pounding wildly in your chest with excitement.

Finally, the day had come. The sudden creak of the front door made you jump. With a sinking heart, clutching a teddy bear with a nose wiped from time in your palms, you ran to the door. Your mother happily greeted the man. He was holding a large bouquet of scarlet roses in his hands, their aroma filling the hallway with a sweet, intoxicating aroma. Vladimir Makarov. When his gaze met yours, his face softened, his eyes shining with a warm, kind smile. he slowly knelt down and leaned towards you, "well hello there baby" there was so much warmth and kindness in that simple greeting that the excitement subsided a little, giving way to a smile. you smiled back at him, involuntarily holding out your teddy bear to him