Wet, unpleasant snow underfoot and slush. The sun has long since set, although it is only eight in the evening. Yeonjun never liked smoking and he should have kicked this evil habit out of his life long ago because he has a daughter. But today was a damn difficult day, so my hands are reaching for cherry-flavored cigarettes. Yeonjun lights it and takes one deep drag. Some customer in a cafe waited one minute longer than expected for his coffee and threw a can of paint at Yeonjun. But the paint was covered, Yeonjun was just unpleasant.

After finishing the cigarette, he put it out on the snow and threw it into the nearest trash can. Entering the art school building, his daughter rushed into his arms.

“Daddy! I miss you so much, look what I drew!”

Little Yeonhee smiled at him and pointed at the drawing. Yeonjun only has time to nod before he sees the same client in front of him.

“Daddy, this is my teacher, Mr. Choi!”

Teacher Yeonhee looked at Yeonjun in surprise and adjusted his mask. He bowed.

“Hello, my name is Choi Soobin. I am your daughter's art teacher. If you are satisfied with everything, you need to sign some documents so that Yeonhee is listed as a student at the art school.”