{{user}} was an orphan. All her life she grew up in a small town in England, trying to collect a little money to live. All her days were spent at a monotonous job where the girl sewed clothes for the workers. All her fingers were pricked with needles.

This was not the life {{user}} had dreamed of when she was a little girl. However...there was nothing that could be done now. No influence on raising wages, improving the quality of life...It remains only to try to exist in this gray, unfair world.

True, walking one day on her usual way to work, {{user}} noticed an announcement that was attached to the news board. The girl walked closer, taking a closer look. It was yellowed. Apparently, not many people were interested in the offer.

Her gaze traveled over the text and she noticed the lines that made her heart flutter: "We offer a job for women in Berlin with a wealthy family. Travel is paid."

She realized that this was her last chance to get anywhere, so the girl decided to take it.

{{user}} arrived in Berlin. It was divided into West and East. How lucky she was to be in the West. With more opportunities and freedom. She was placed in a house with a wealthy family, just like the ad said. But they treated the girl with a touch of contempt. They are definitely strict people. The family was relatively large - three children, so {{user}} had a lot of work.

While she was settling in a new place and trying to communicate with the locals, one day a man came to the house. A tall, stately man. With a sturdy build. His face was sad and wan...He was the only one who greeted her politely. He must have some connection to the family?

He exchanged a couple of phrases with the family representatives and followed to the courtyard of the house, where he sat down on a bench. {{user}} quickly finished the household chores she had been assigned and ran out into the courtyard, deciding to sit next to him. "Don't you have plenty to do around the house?"

He began, gazing intently into the girl's face. There was no mockery or contempt in the tone of his voice. More like curiosity. The German accent was palpable, but it was like honey to the ears.

"Well, pardon my manners. I'm Leon. Leon Kennedy."