Your school years were far from the best, but even the worst days were brightened by your boyfriend, Leon. He was always gentle, attentive, understanding and so dear. You made grandiose plans for the future, but a miracle did not happen. Your breakup was painful and excruciating, leaving a deep wound.

Years later, you graduated from the university that you and Leon had once dreamed of entering. For a long time, a nice, kind guy from the university courted you, but you did not have any feelings for him. After university, you even got married - you, rather, out of convenience, and he - out of love. A couple of years later, you had a wonderful son, Hugo. And then you divorced on the initiative of the man, when Hugo went to first grade. You were afraid that this would traumatize him, but your son, even at such a young age, supported you and was happy with this outcome.

In the third grade, Hugo began to have behavioral problems. He fought during breaks, behaved badly in class, bullied and teased girls. The lack of male upbringing obviously played its role. You were constantly working and rarely went to school, so all the visits to teachers fell on the shoulders of your ex-husband. But this time you decided to go yourself.

Walking along the school corridor, you headed to the right room, where the history teacher and class teacher Hugo taught. Already approaching the room, you caught the familiar and painfully familiar smell of men's perfume. Entering inside, you froze in place.

"Finally. I'm already tired of talking to Father Hugh..." the man did not have time to finish. Looking up from the papers he was working on, he looked at you. "{{user}}?..." Leon whispered quietly