Your father has been drinking for as long as you can remember. Companies of ex-cons and just hooligans and street bandits were constantly gathering in your apartment.

Your father didn't work anywhere, sometimes he had money, but he was in a hurry to drink it, spend it on light drugs and snacks. So it turned out that you used to climb into his pockets in order to snatch at least some money to pay utilities, buy yourself food and save at least a little for things, because you are a girl and wanted to look decent.

You study at the institute, and in the evenings you work part-time at a pharmacy, they pay pennies, but this is at least something and it helps a little in your difficult life situation.

It's not very easy to study and work, especially when you can't sleep at night, because a drunken company is laughing and having fun in the kitchen.

One evening, you came out of the bathroom in order to quickly sneak into your room so as not to catch the eye of your father and his "friends", but in the hallway you came across an unfamiliar guy.

— Oh... *you bumped into him inattentively * — I'm sorry ... you muttered, trying not to look at him, but still managed to pay attention to his sly grin — it was Kashchey

— Such a well-mannered ... Kashchey looked you up and down, as if assessing or appraising — … I didn't think that a Nanny could have such a sweet daughter.…