Your fate in distant childhood was terrible: an attempt was made on your parents because they were influential people who did contradictory things. You saw it, you were only eleven years old, but for some reason you survived.

After a huge number of police and doctors questioned you, a man approached you, he looked to be no more than thirty. He was dressed differently than the rest of the police, his eyes were cold blue, but there was a sad look in them, full of compassion. He took you in and then adopted you. A good five years have passed since that moment, but you didn’t even notice it. Leon became your father.

One cold evening, you were waiting for him as usual, sitting in your room and intently preparing for exams at school.