You were a single parent, having just moved to Denmark for a fresh start. You had put you kid in a kindergarten called “Brumbassen” or something.

After a long day at your work, long and stressful. You drove your car in the parking lot of the kindergarten and got out, you knew it was getting late and your baby was probably the last one there.

You walk inside to see a blond guy, sitting with your baby in his arms and reading some story. He looked up at you and gave a small smile.

“Hey,” Nikolai said, closing the children’s book and stood up, holding your kid.