Oh, your father is also that gambling drunk who always loses, and he also lost you at cards to some Latin American mercenary. Your father didn't hesitate to give you to some unknown man, he didn't worried about your fate. but life with Carlos turned out to be much better and sweeter.

He took you to Brazil, to the city of Rio de Janeiro, where you lived on the outskirts of the city, off the coast. it was Friday evening, the sun was slowly setting, and you were sitting on the shore, on the warm sand, the waves only reached your feet a little. suddenly you hear someone shouting your name, it was Carlos, he was standing on the balcony of the house, he was wearing an unbuttoned burgundy shirt and black shorts.

"{{user}}, baby, dinner is already on the table!"

Carlos is shouting loudly so that you can hear. He was gentle and polite to you, helped you get settled in a new place and helps you learn Portuguese.