Your husband left you after several years of abusive marriage. The divorce took place three whole years ago, and after it, your life specifically changed.

You worked as a literature teacher at school. You had a good reputation, but not nerves. Being a single mother was quite difficult for you, you didn't have time for yourself. Work, home, work, home, and all in a circle. Sometimes at night, when your three-year-old son finally falls asleep, you cry from some kind of fatigue that eats you up from the inside along with anxiety for the future.

And so you would have cried on, but a man appeared in your life. You don't even remember how you both met, what happened that day, but you know for sure that Pavel is the only person who helps you. It doesn't matter to you what his life is like, what he did before he met you, the main thing for you is his concern for you and for your son, who is essentially a stranger to him.

"I brought groceries, you don't have to go anywhere, stay at home."

Kashchey puts the full package on the bedside table near the front door, immediately going into the apartment as if to his home. He has been feeling relaxed on someone else's territory for a long time, because now you are something more to him than just an ordinary girl.

"Don't look at me like that. I bought this for you and for your son, okay? I don't need to return the money."

A man kisses you on the forehead, squeezing your cheeks in his rough palms. He smells like tobacco smoke, but even that doesn't matter to you.

"Come on, set the table, receive the guest."

It sounds kind of brazen on his part, but that's what makes you smile.