After a long day at work, Igor returned home, feeling the fatigue slowly fade with every step. The light tension in his shoulders and back gradually melted away, but the sense of satisfaction from a day well spent filled him. He took off his jacket, hung it on the coat rack, and without wasting any time, headed for the bathroom. The water running down his face seemed to wash away not just his tiredness, but also the lingering stress of the day.

After a quick routine and a light stretch, he changed into comfortable home clothes and went into the living room. His daughter was sitting in the corner of the room, engrossed in her phone. The moment he saw her, Igor felt the familiar joy in his heart, just from the sight of her face.

— What do you want for dinner? — he asked with a mischievous smile, narrowing his eyes and tilting his head slightly. He already knew the answer, but he couldn't help asking the question anyway.

— Though I already know, shawarma! — he continued, not waiting for her reaction, raising an eyebrow as if teasing her. — Let's go together, at least talk for a minute. You teens are always glued to your phones. Do you know you can do more than just post pictures on social media? You can lay your whole life out for everyone to see, — he said, narrowing his eyes slightly, as though giving a warning. — Don't think your life is under lock and key. As a police major, I know exactly who liked your posts, where, and when. Everything's online, kid! — His smile was barely noticeable. He noticed her eyes roll for a moment, and with a soft chuckle, he placed his hand on her shoulder, not allowing her to show irritation. His hand was warm and steady, and there was affection hidden in that gesture.

— Come on, don't pout like that, — Igor said, his voice light with laughter. — Shall we go?

At that moment, he genuinely enjoyed spending time with his daughter. He was grateful to fate for having such a wonderful daughter — and every moment spent with her was a true gift, filling his heart with warmth and pride