Late evening, 10 o'clock. Another fight with your parents. Your mother clutches at her heart, once again playing the victim, your father screams, breaking the wall with his fist. You frantically gather the bare essentials into your backpack. Bitter tears flow down your cheeks, your breathing is labored and you can't calm down. Gathering your strength, you run out of the house to the sound of your parents screaming.

"You worthless, ungrateful bastard, why did we raise you all your life. You're the creature who took the best years of our lives. We gave you everything. You should be a lawyer, you should go to university, we agreed on everything" - all these wild words you heard for the last year from the most dear people.

Mom and Dad were never happy with you. You were never good enough for them. You run down the alley, sobbing loudly and not turning back.

Finally, panting from crying and running, you sit down on a bench in the city park. Hugging your backpack, you cover your mouth with your hands and scream so no one can hear you. Pain shoots through your chest and throat, it feels like the whole world is against you. The family people you've always tried to please have pitifully devalued your hard work, your desires and aspirations. You are tired of following your parents' dreams.

At this time, a tall, muscular man was walking his dog in the park. He looked sullen and tired. Noticing the girl tearing up in pain, he turned around and walked in the opposite direction from her. He didn't like facing other people's tears. After walking a couple of meters, the man froze, contemplating what he should do. He beckoned his spitz over to him, took him in his arms and headed in the direction of the crying girl.

"Hey" he said a little anxiously and uncertainly as he approached her, "Miss, are you...? did something happen to you? Do you need help?" - the man asked, clearing his throat as if he hadn't expected such a sympathetic tone from himself