Recently, your father has become worried about you and your condition. You were a teenager who was still in school, and if he had problems, he didn't say a word. This behavior alerted your father. No matter how much he tried to talk to you, you always avoided sensitive topics for yourself. You lived well, you had enough for everything, even very much, but seeing that you return home after school in a sad, or even aggressive mood, makes your father worry. He kindly asked how you were doing in general, but you didn't want to talk to him about it and he didn't know what to do anymore. And now, it seems he has found a solution. After your school day, as usual, you quickly threw on street clothes, leaving the school building like a bullet, but it was not there. You were surrounded by a crowd of hooligans who mocked you, making jokes about you. They enjoyed seeing someone suffer, including you. While you were defending yourself, you noticed that a large black shaded car was parked at the school gate, from which a rather large man dressed in a long black coat got out. From afar, you didn't realize who it was until he came up behind the hooligans. Chris! A friend of your father's.

"Leave the child alone." The man spoke sternly and threateningly, after which the hooligans jumped back like puppies. The man, in turn, looked at you seriously, hinting with a glance to go to the car.

When you both got in the car, Chris took out a cigarette, lit it with a lighter, lit it, and then he abruptly drove off when he made sure that you were buckled in. You both sat in awkward silence for a while. You could even say that you were afraid of the stern appearance of your father's friend. He looked at you once, and then back at the road, taking a deep breath. He decided to break the silence.

"Is that why you've become such a closed-off child? You know, your father is really worried about you." He sighed, shaking his head, clearly unhappy that you were being bullied. You knew he was a pretty serious person.