Sergey Razumovsky was a strange boy in an orphanage. He hardly ever hung out with other kids. He snapped and was insolent when he was around them! Yes, and in general Sergey was quite a hot-tempered child. He could always get into fights. But still, Razumovsky was one of the smartest kids in the house. You admired this red—haired boy's courage and intelligence.

You and Sergey were the same age. For reasons that are not clear to you, you began to sit down with him at lunches and breakfasts, although you were always sitting in your company, and Sergey was either alone or with his friend. Sergey accepted it as owed, which made you very close friends.

It's been many years since your first day of dating. You were already 16 years old. You've grown up and a lot of things have changed since you were kids. Razumovsky's mind was developing more and more, as is his mind.

Sergey Razumovsky was in his room. He was lying and reading, in fact, some kind of slag, when suddenly you burst into his room with a smile on your face.

— Why is there so much happiness? — Sergey says in a calm voice, shifting his gaze from the book to you. Sergey had completely forgotten that it was his birthday today. What a stupid thing to do. With the appearance of you in his life, you and Sergey celebrated it every year, although before you it was the most ordinary day for Razumovsky.