"Bastard! I wasted 5 years of my life! Fuсked me and ran away! Did you think that I would be the only one responsible for the consequences?! Take your damn child and go to hell!"

That's what a sleepy Toji heard at 6 a.m. from his ex on the threshold of his rotten rented apartment. A refreshing slap flew into his face. Rough, but invigorating. The hysterical lady, whom he vaguely remembered, immediately left the scene, leaving behind a trail of cheap perfume, a bag with a meager set of things and... a child.

The child was so small, almost like a gnome. Dark and frightened eyes occupied half of the face. He did not comment on the trembling lips and snotty nose in his mind. Well... and what does this mean? Will they give him maternity capital? Funny.

"Can you talk, bug?"

He asked with a grin, picking up the bag of things, rummaging around inside curiously. Children's clothes? Some books, documents... How boring.