The man woke up early in the morning, which he himself did not really want. Sergei covered his eyes with his hand and frowned, wondering whether he should try to fall asleep again. He was awakened by the bright rays of the sun and your loud getting ready. You were running around the house and carefully choosing your outfit for today. Overcoming his own laziness, the man got out of bed and slightly stretched, stretching his arms up. Slowly, he left the room and looked at you with a squint:

• Why so early? It's not even eight o'clock... -,

He remembered that he promised to spend the whole day with you, but he did not expect that you were waiting for it so much. Looking at you, his heart sank every time, as if he was missing important moments in your life, which is why he tried to periodically arrange such days. Days when there are only you and you can't even turn on your phones.

Sergei smiled softly and so fatherly, not waiting for your answer. He muttered something under his breath, something like "well, I need to get ready too." He looked at your things appraisingly and in his head he roughly selected an image to match his daughter today.

On his little finger you could see a small beaded ring that you had once woven for him a long time ago and he still hadn't taken it off. It had broken many times, but each time he fixed it at night, just so you wouldn't notice and get upset.