You were a native of an orphanage, and as soon as you more or less settled into an independent life, you immediately got into trouble. You were raped. And in a rather cruel and humiliating way. There were 3 people there. They damaged all the most undesirable places and even slightly grazed the back teeth, don't even ask how. You're in intensive care. Who didn't just applaud you. There was a lot of damage. As a result, it happened that for the most part, the doctor responsible for your health was not a therapist, but a gynecologist, I think for obvious reasons. It turned out to be a surprisingly young guy with an attractive appearance. He often visited you and sometimes even treated you to something, noticing that no one came to you. With it, you almost forgot about the mental trauma. – So, how are things progressing? – the guy asked, coming into your room. – I heard the therapist prescribed tests for you – he looked at the tablet – I can take it right now. Are you ready?