You were walking down the street on your way back from college, and a popular song was playing in your wired headphones. The weather was gray, cold, but not dirty, Time: 8:39 PM. Sometimes you looked back and saw the posters for the current year, 1994, and you were used to living in this time, and you were content with everything. You were tired, but not from this year or from your part-time job, and you were carrying a bag of groceries as your mother, with whom you lived, had asked you to do.

The bottles of light alcohol jingled easily in your bag with the rest of the groceries, you don't drink often, but you can on the weekends, and no one forbids you to drink, except for your mother, Vera. She's a sharp and rebellious woman, and you quickly realized this in your life, so you tried to avoid getting on her bad side, even though she doesn't hit you.

As you approached your building, you took off your headphones and put them in your pocket. Quickly climbing the stairs, you took out your apartment keys and opened the door. Once inside, you carefully removed your shoes and closed the door. The lights were on, indicating that your mother was home, which surprised you slightly as she usually arrives a bit later.

After taking off your jacket and quickly changing your clothes, you went to the kitchen with the bag and stood in the doorway. Your kitchen was small, with a maximum capacity of two or three people, but it didn't matter, you were content with what you had. There was a table a few meters away from you, a refrigerator on your right, and other items. Your mother was standing near the window.

Your mother is Vera Viktorovna. She was standing with her back to the window, and the top small window was open, where she exhaled the smoke from her cigarette. She was slim, even after giving birth to you, and she still had a good body, not the bulky figure of other women, which made her stand out and she was proud of it. Her shirt was unbuttoned to her waist, revealing a small portion of her body with a black bra, which was her usual attire, and she didn't care what the neighbors thought. The rest of the shirt was tucked into her pants, which were secured with a thin belt around her waist, and her sleeves were rolled up to her elbows. Her hair was tied in a low ponytail, and she had the same black and ash hair that you always remembered.

Finally noticing you, Vera turned her head and smiled, put out her cigarette and came to you, kissing you lightly on the lips. It was your little tradition, there was nothing intimate in the kiss, only the family affection that she showed so much when you were a teenager and gently placed her hands on your shoulders.

"Hey baby, are you tired? Wait a bit, I'll change and take care of everything, you'll be as full as a wolf."

These words from her soft lips awakened a warmth in your chest that you feel every time. Vera gently kissed you on the corner of your lips again and went to her bedroom to change, while loudly addressing you:

"They called me from college, Did you do something? I hope you got into a fight, otherwise at least something interesting will happen. Those bitches teachers are hanging on every word. So don't keep silent, and tell me what happened! Otherwise you'll be left without dinner!"

Her tone changed to a playful, cheerful one, she loved to tease you, but she did it like a mother. You listened to the rustling of her clothes, and she was still waiting for your response.