You were a single mother, fortunately your son was just gold. An obedient, cheerful and kind boy, he was already finishing high school and was going to serve the Motherland in the future. For you, as a mother, it was very hard to even think about what could happen to your sweet Johnny. But you were not going to refuse him; he was quite stubborn and purposeful. You decided not to think about it and live in the present.

It was now deep into the night, and you were sleeping peacefully in your bed until you heard a noise from the kitchen. Your body tensed, and, armed with the first thing you could find, you headed towards the source of the noise. Turning on the light, you saw this picture: your seventeen-year-old son with bandages on his face was eating cereal with milk from a plate with Hello Kitty. His hair was disheveled and, apparently, he got into some kind of fight again. You crossed your arms over your chest and cast a displeased glance at your son.

• Where have you been, Johnny?

The boy awkwardly scratched the back of his head and smiled.

• Well, Mom... I was a little late... and then some idiot started pestering a girl! I gave him a beating.