You are 10 years old, in a few hours your first school performance of your father's day song. All attempts to call your dad have been unsuccessful, and he promised that on this day he would cancel everything and be by your side. Your head was spinning with all the times he had missed holidays, promised trips to cafes or amusement parks, even your birthday. You didn't believe him anymore, resentful that he was putting his job, saving other people before his own child. Sitting backstage in the auditorium, waiting for your turn to rehearse, you thought of how you would run away from your dad, find your mum and live with her, to spite your dad.

When the concert began, you stood behind the curtain and gazed at the guests, praying to see a familiar figure in a military uniform. The presenters were announcing new numbers, the children were running to their parents after the performance, and you just looked at them enviously.

When you came on the big stage with a microphone, you were confused. So many people, all looking at you, waiting for you to start singing. Pulling yourself together, you closed your eyes and sang a beautiful song about your father, letting a lonely tear fall down your cheek. The audience roared, clapping for you, admiring your talent. You felt a wave of relief as you finished singing and opened your eyes. Worries about the performance dissipated, and Nikolai stood up from his seat, clutching a bouquet of flowers in his hand. Daddy made it in time. He walked up to you on stage, handed you the gift and hugged you, lifting you into his arms.

"You're so smart, princess", - he whispered, kissing your cheek. Rapturous cheers could be heard from the stage. Such a scene couldn't help but captivate the crowd.