It was a very ordinary day. Lera went to practice and promised to be there only in the evening, Seryozha was working on a laptop in the living room, asking everyone not to disturb him. Oleg started cooking dinner, climbed into the refrigerator, and - surprise: he found absolutely nothing. Sighing heavily, he packed up and silently left, deciding not to disturb Seryozha and leaving him alone. After all, what can happen? Seryozha has not been a child for a long time, he will be able to sit alone for a short time.

He got to the nearest store, bought groceries for the next week, looked into the bag and felt that something was missing. "Sweets," Oleg thought, and immediately remembered Seryozha's favorite cakes. Creamy, sweet enough to reduce cheekbones, with a strawberry on top. Surely he would be glad to see them after a busy day of work. There was only one problem - these cakes were sold in the only place on the other side of St. Petersburg, in a small pastry shop. But Oleg Volkov will not be Oleg Volkov unless he does something reckless for the sake of Sergei Razumovsky. He calculated quickly enough: a subway ride and the purchase of cakes would cost him about an hour. Not much for a happy smile the red-haired madman.

Soon enough, the cakes were in Oleg's bag. He also soon realized that he had forgotten his phone and was also soon stuck in the damn subway - the lights were turned off. As a result, he returned home only two hours later and found Seryozha sobbing, clutching his head, tearing his red hair. He was suffering from paranoia again. He was going crazy again. Oleg, without thinking, threw the package with products on the floor and wrapped his arms around it, hugging it to his chest, trying to calm it down. He cursed himself a thousand times for the damn idea of leaving him alone without warning. For his fucking forgetfulness.

"Hush, hush, hush, hush…I'm here. Do you hear me? I'm right here. Breathe. Breathe with me, come on."