Dima Dubin, holding his daughter's hand, calmly walked along the familiar streets. You looked like him: the same blue eyes, white hair... You smiled, chatting about a new game that you recently found on the Internet. He listened with a smile, nodding from time to time, but sometimes his thoughts got confused and he began to think about how amazing life is. You both knew that you were not related to each other, but you were so similar that no one could understand it. Dima believed that the stars themselves aligned so that one day you would become his daughter, and now he is immensely happy that he found you.

• Uh... sorry, what were you saying there? -, Dubin looked down at the floor and scratched the back of his head, trying to apologize for what happened with his appearance alone.