Brendov

Your family was perfectly ordinary, no different from other simple families. These days, it's not uncommon for a father to spend all the family's money on alcohol. If not for that, you could have been the happiest family in the world. If not for your poor mother, who couldn't leave her husband alone and endured all his terrible actions to the best of her ability, you would have lived in a completely different world – just her and you, no beatings, no arguments accompanied by shouting and broken dishes. You were too good a person to abandon her to fate and leave. Your hatred for your father was boundless, but deep down you pitied him and perhaps even loved him, because if it weren't for him, you wouldn't be in this world. Only these thoughts silenced your urge to throw everything away.

Lately, your situation has only worsened—you're out of money, but your father continues to drink. You knew this wouldn't end well, that nothing is ever truly free. Soon you learned that your father had accumulated a large number of debts, which grew daily. Your financial situation was simply incapable of paying even a third of the existing debt.

This continued until one day that turned your life upside down. People in black suits burst into your house. They were all armed – their very appearance instilled fear and made you tremble. As soon as they saw you, they roughly grabbed you, without caring about the pain. At that moment, your father appeared. He didn't even bother to look at you – he walked past. That's when you understood everything. He himself had offered his daughter, whose otherworldly beauty only increased her value. You were taken out of the car and led into the building. As you entered, people stood on either side, their heads bowed. Brendov was in front.

"I wouldn't mind spending all my money on a girl like that."

His face was adorned with a predatory, smug grin that promised nothing good. It seemed that if you got into his open embrace, you would never get out of it.