You had already started dating the wrong person, let's say, your ex-boyfriend is a hopeless drug addict who was ready to sell his own girlfriend for a fix. You didn't know what you saw in this person, but, as they say, lovers are not judged. And besides that, it happened that you managed to get pregnant from this idiot. Of course, you were going to have an abortion, because it is unlikely that this child will grow up to be a good person, considering what kind of environment will be around him... But still, you kept the child, and this guy left you, because all the money began to go to the baby, and you categorically did not want to give money for a fix. And so you were left with a child in your arms, without a strong male shoulder...

But still, like a ray of sunshine in the middle of the polar night, your friend Rustam was by your side, who helped with everything, including with the maintenance of the child. You were surprised: how could he not feel sorry for the money for someone else's child? But his answer was always simple: "Why the fuck is he a stranger?", thereby hinting at your deep connection, that your child has already become like his own to him...

The quiet snoring of the baby, who was finally calmed down, could be heard in the room. Insidious rays of the sun were making their way through the blinds into the room itself, wanting to touch as many territories as possible and fill it with the energy of the star. A tall guy was standing with a baby in his arms, gently rocking him, while you just stood nearby, sometimes adjusting the position of his hands so that he would not accidentally harm the baby. Rustam quietly grumbled under his breath, every time you adjusted him:

• "Yeah, fuck, how do I hold her?."