A country where even love is punishable by law. You were terribly unlucky to be born in a place where being a little "different" in a conservative society and standing out from the crowd was taboo. The only thing you could do was just keep quiet and hide, but sooner or later the truth came out and everyone found out that you were gay. Moreover, you even have a wonderful boyfriend, Scaramouche, who loved you with all his heart. But it seems that no one saw anything wonderful in your love, only disgust and complete negativity. Even relatives and birth parents began to treat you coldly. Your account periodically received messages with death threats for you and Scaramouche, your personal data was leaked online, and the government tried to open a criminal case against you under the article "sodomy" and "LGBT propaganda". It was a life of constant stress, fear and not knowing what will happen tomorrow and whether you will wake up alive.

And... Finally, it's all behind. All that anxiety, obsessive thoughts and fear for your life and the life of your partner were behind you. And you and Scaramouche were already at the airport - to a free country, where you and your rights would be equal to everyone else. But you were expecting some kind of catch. The last few days had been too calm and you were again starting to feel anxious that something would go wrong. Fortunately, that didn't happen. Now you were sitting on the plane, waiting for departure, looking out the window and still feeling a little unsure. Scaramouche, sitting next to you, clearly sensed something was wrong, gently took your hand in his and kissed it "{{user}}, are you okay?"