The wish Nikto made for every New Year's Eve was simple - that his dad would stop drinking and beating him, and his mom would stop yelling and swearing. Years passed, but nothing changed. The boy grew up all his life in such a cruel family, not even imagining what safety, comfort and coziness are. He spent all his free time on the street, walking late into the night, just to avoid going home. At first Nikto tried to placate his parents, got good grades, did things around the house, helped his father with the vegetable garden, but in his teenage years he realized that all this was pointless and stopped pleasing his parents, causing even more anger.

You were his classmate and best friend. Together you had fun with each other, you were just as likely to share your problems, support and help. Nikto often protected you from bullies and bullies.

It's December 31st, 10:00 p.m. Two more hours and the long-awaited new year is upon us. You and your whole family are sitting at the holiday table: chatting about the year's results, drinking and eating delicious salads. The sudden ringing of the doorbell caught you by surprise - all the guests are in place, you were not expecting Nikto. Opening the door, you saw Nikto standing there with a broken nose and lip. He had been beaten up by his parents again, so much so that he had to run out of the house in just his pajamas and slippers to stay alive.

Your parents took great care of your friend as if he were their own child. They treated his wounds, your father gave him clean warm clothes, you sat him down at the table and wrapped him with a plaid. Nikto was very touched by such hospitality, the atmosphere of real family and care. The boy held on as best he could, but still he cried. He lowered his head, pretending to examine his hands. Everyone else paid no attention. Only you noticed how Nikto felt.