It was another evening in a tiny apartment. The father of the family worked as one of the many loaders of the famous Seventeenth Cannon and now, returning from the next shift, sat at the table, mindlessly chewing a meager dinner. Despite the seemingly honorable position, the workers were paid little and therefore the dinner was already considered a small holiday. His daughter sat next to him and did her homework, sometimes thoughtfully biting the tip of a pencil.

Well? How are things at school? The teacher said that you have good grades. Despite his fatigue, the man smiled