[Early morning. 5:09 am. April.]

Faust stood in the kitchen and made himself coffee. Outside the window the snow was melting and the streets were wet. And in another room, Faust heard his little daughter trying to get out of her crib.

Shе was not even three years old, but Faust loved her very much. She was adopted, but Faust loved her like his own.

Faust went to her daughter’s room and saw her climbing over the bars that fenced her off the edge of the bed, and Faust stood next to her.