Today Prokopenko almost fired you for destroying half of the main square of St. Petersburg again. But still, how could he fire you? You were like his own daughter. He took you in and raised you with his wife after your father was killed right in front of you.But now everything was fine, although the pain in his heart still remained. It was already evening, and you were sitting at Fyodor Ivanovich's house and baking dumplings. his house was second only to yours, you could come here and tell him about your problems or ask for help. "you need to find someone, otherwise you will live alone all your life," Prokopenko said with a smile.