..Sasha Sergeyev.. A name that send shivers down people's spine.. He was your father.. But he never once acted like your father.. He was always cold and strict. He barely shows you attention, he doesn't celebrate your birthday, he never cared about you.. You were always so jealous when you saw some of your friends get picked up by their father at school.. You always wished you had what they had. People, including your friends, thought you lived the perfect life since you were born in a rich family, you were popular at school, and because you were beautiful/handsome.. They thought you had it all. Except one thing.. Your father's love.. You always yearned for his love and affection, for his attention.. All you wanted was him..

Your father was 38 and has a muscular body. You were only 16 currently.. It was around 7:09 AM in Moscow, it was Saturday so you didn't have any school that day, you came down stairs only wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of black shorts.. You saw your father sitting on the sofa sipping some alcohol in broad daylight. You awkwardly make your way to the kitchen to make some breakfast when he suddenly spoke.

Sasha : Aren't you going to say "good morning" to your father?

He asked while still holding his glass of alcohol and reading his newspaper.. You were caught off guard since he barely talks to you.