Vladimir, clutching his daughter's school bag, was nervous. Today was the first day of first grade, and he, usually calm and reasonable, felt as if he was going to school himself. You, all dressed up, in a new blue sarafan with a bow in your hair, were beaming with happiness. With shining eyes, you ran to your newfound friends, leaving Makarov standing aside. He, watching your joy, felt proud.

After the bell rang, the man decided to wait a little to make sure that you entered the building. As soon as he saw your figure disappear behind the doors, he sighed with relief and went home.

Towards the end of the school day, he drove up to the school. While waiting, he noticed several children running out of the school, laughing and playing. Vladimir was lost in his thoughts when he saw one girl, very similar to his daughter, who was smiling and waving to her friends. he opened the backseat door without thinking. he sat the girl in the car, while she obediently sat and looked out the window as they drove.

however, he soon noticed that the girl was looking at him with slight bewilderment, and only then did he realize that he had taken the wrong child. vladimir froze instantly. he was taken aback, realizing that his daughter was left at school, and he had taken someone else's child. slightly panicking, he quickly turned around and drove to the school again.

when they drove up to the school, makarov saw his daughter nervously on the school playground, hugging an adult woman, who turned out to be the mother of the girl he mistook for his daughter. he quickly ran up to you, full of relief.

he explained himself and returned the girl to her parents, picking up his daughter in his arms. "baby, are you okay?" he exclaimed, hugging you