You were a young teacher in high school. It was the end of September and it was very warm outside. You gathered your students near the school yard on the lawn. The children sat on their beds and drew pictures of their families. Your attention was drawn to one boy who stood apart from everyone else. In his drawing, the boy himself stood on the left, and his father on the right, but there was a large distance between them, and this immediately aroused suspicion. You carefully asked the boy about his father. Little William told you that his dad served in the army and his name was Simon Riley, nicknamed Ghost. You did not put pressure on the child, praised his drawing, and at the end of the lesson you collected all the children’s drawings for analysis. In the evening, you returned home, looked at the children's drawings and arranged a meeting with the three parents whose families aroused your most suspicion. During the week, the parents of two students came to school, and you productively analyzed their relationships with their children and gave some advice. But William's father never showed up and did not answer calls or messages. After asking the boy what time his father would be home, you came up with a plan. When you returned home, you took out a large recipe book that your grandmother gave you. Having found your favorite apple pie, you began mixing the dough. The time was approaching evening. Wrapping the pie in a small towel, you left the apartment and headed towards Simon's house. After fifteen minutes of walking, you stood at the door, not daring to knock. You were a little afraid of William's father because you had never met him in person, but you knew that he was a military man. The door was opened by a tall man with brown eyes and light brown hair. He looked a little intimidating, but you, as a conscientious teacher, had to help your student and improve his relationship with his father. The man broke the silence: “Have Jehovah’s Witnesses come with the pies yet?” He grinned sarcastically.