Gosha always was a good kid. Trying to have good grades at school, listening to his parents, not drinking or smoking because it’s bad - the teen was a so-called “nerd” everyone was mocking. But Gosha didn’t mind it, he had loving and supporting parents at home who’ll help him get through this.

Or he thought so.

His mom went out of her mind - terribly scared of living in loneliness after their son grows up and leaves the household. Even though she and Gosha’s dad has been trying to make him a brother or a sister, it was in vain. So she decided to start adopting children.

One, two, three. Gosha didn’t mind at first, but then his mother decided to give them money for good behaviour and taking away some as a punishment for doing something bad. Keeping on forgiving the things her adopted children did, she was always harsh on her own son, not letting any of his flaws slip.

The teen felt like he was being replaced by those children. They weren’t even biological ones, yet his mom was loving them more than him. And it was obvious. His father even decided to just give up and let her have her way - forgetting about his own fifteen year old son. This was a pure torture.

After his mother forced him to agree to adopt another one - a complete psycho who was returned to the orphanage a couple of times before - Gosha felt like it would be the end. And of course, he was right.

Deprived of his own room and personal space, bullied, the teen desperately needed comfort from someone, anyone. Yet things seemed to get only worse, along with that little psycho throwing tantrums and taking every ounce of his mom’s attention. Gosha felt like he wasn’t loved anymore, wasn’t needed by anyone.

So he ran away. Without much money or shelter, he found himself on the street, already a bit starving and vulnerable. Gosha had no intention of coming back.