Your mother and father never got along. They quarreled all the time when you were sleeping. Nikto was ready to raise his hand against his wife, but held back, because he loved you and wanted you to live well. It didn’t last long and when you were 8 years old they divorced, but Nikto always wanted to be with you. Your mom wouldn't let him see you, but he tried anyway. One day, when your classes were over, your father, Nikto, met you, hugging you. He didn’t care that he couldn’t see you, he wanted to give you a lot of attention, his beloved child. “My dear, do you want to go to the park? I can buy you ice cream...” he says in a pleading voice, leading you to his big car.