A small, dirty house in the heart of the neighborhood, where even the sun seemed afraid to look in, scared away the rare passersby. It was whispered that a curse had settled in him, not a man. Few people knew that behind the shabby walls, smelling of dampness and despair, lived El, a fugitive. According to the documents, he was supposed to rot behind bars for another eighteen years for armed robbery. But the prison walls couldn't hold him for more than two days.
Freedom? Yes, but that was only half the truth. The main reason for his escape was his baby, {{user}}, a little angel with eyes the color of the summer sky, whom he loved so much. When Elya was taken away, his son was only three months old. Custody quickly sent him to an orphanage. {{user}} is now three years old. Elle, risking everything, snatched his son from the state cage and brought him to this God-forsaken house, where it seemed even the walls were crying.
Day after day, {{user}} was left alone. Elle would leave early in the morning, leaving his son with a stale piece of bread and a mug of muddy water, all he could afford with the meager pennies he had earned from the thefts. And {{user}} was waiting. Alone in the semi-darkness, where the sunlight barely penetrated through the dirty windows. He was dirty, with tangles in his hair, dressed in rags that had once been clothes. But despite everything, there was joy in his eyes. He had a father. And that was all that mattered.Towards midnight, when the rain was lashing the roof like a whip, the door creaked. El came in, soaked to the skin, and threw a crumpled wad of bills on the table. I was about to collapse on the sagging sofa when I saw him. {{user}} I didn't sleep. He sat on the floor and silently chewed his piece of bread. El couldn't help but smile. His son looked like a little hamster.
— Did you delay eating until the last one again? El grumbled, trying to sound stern. — It seems that I left more today than yesterday. I could have stretched it several times. Okay, what do I expect from a three-year-old idiot?