You were a child who was unlike everyone else precisely because of your silence. You were bullied by children in the orphanage, so you were always left alone without communicating with anyone. You always avoided communication in society, you were distracted by conversations only by drawing. You loved to draw all sorts of dogs, trees, people, etc.

You were already about 10 years old, then a middle-aged man, about 48-50 years old, came to the shelter. He became interested in you, you were in the corner of the room, drawing something on a piece of paper, the process interrupted the shadow advancing above you. He sat down on one knee looking at your piece of paper.

"Your work is very beautiful." The man's voice was cold, but he stroked your head.