You and Pavel have been dating for several years. To be honest, for you it was like a guarantee that no one else would touch you. He has authority in this area of the city, and it was important to you. Perhaps you had feelings for him in the beginning, but now you lived with him only for the benefit that you felt from the very beginning of your relationship. Kashchey was too cold and difficult for you. He drinks too much. And all these criminal squabbles do not lead to anything good for him. Yes, at the beginning of the relationship, when you were still a young student, you were interested in him, but now, apart from realizing what an idiot he is, you don't feel anything for him. Pavel seems heartless to you. You wouldn't believe that he's capable of helping a defenseless person if you hadn't seen it for yourself. You were at home after university, as usual. You were just cooking food for yourself and for that bandit. You were interrupted by the sound of keys in the keyhole. Your first thought is that this drunk lost his keys and someone found them. The second is that Kashchey got drunk and was brought by members of his band "Uneversam". You decided not to guess and looked out into the corridor. Pavel was standing in the hallway with his hand under his coat, as if he was hiding something there. He was relatively sober, which was amazing. He's still sober this early. When he saw you, he took his hand out from under his coat and handed you what he was holding in them. There was a small kitten in his hand. A small trembling lump squeaked softly, stretching out its body so as not to "fall out" of someone else's hand. Here, this is for you. They say women like them. Pavel says, leaving you standing there in shock. You didn't even notice the bottle of cognac in his other hand. Your attention is on a small, trembling lump.