You didn't have any parents, but you had an older brother who was twelve years older than you.

He took custody of you when at the age of ten and was able to raise you, put you on your feet and teach you a lot in four years.

Everything was fine. Until a certain time.

Your eldest and only brother tragically died in a fire. There was a terrible explosion right in your apartment with him, death overtook the guy instantly.

You were coming back from school at that time. And you'd be lying if you said you weren't screaming and hysterical right on the street in front of other people.

This situation has left a deep wound inside you. And the fact that now you have to go to an orphanage made it even more painful for you.

Marat tried to smooth out this pain. He tried to do everything for you, but he couldn't.

"Come on, you stay with me, hide for a while. I can ask the boys to help.."

The young man offers you many options, but you shake your head in denial and smile through your tears, clearly realizing that both of you may not see each other again.

"You were my comfort. It was easier for me to endure the saddest, hardest things next to you."

You tell him, changing the subject, but Adidas Jr. doesn't want to listen to you.

"If they don't help, then I'll come up with something."

He won't be able to help.

This is a desperate situation.