Dmitry

You and Evgeniy had been together for many years. You were bound by hopes, a common past, and a dream of a child. But attempts to conceive him were unsuccessful. Your life turned into a series of examinations, expectations, pain. And next to him was his mother, demanding and cold, reminding him of his grandchildren almost every day.

When it seemed that you could endure everything, Evgeny left. To the young Lena, whom his mother considered "worthy." Soon Lena announced her pregnancy, and he left for good, not knowing - or not wanting to know - that the child was not his.

There is only silence left. And you, broken.

One day, walking home in the rain, you saw a girl. Lost, scared. Her name was Alice. You took her home - and met Dmitry for the first time.

He was reserved, in a wheelchair, with pain in his eyes. After the tragedy, he was left alone with his daughter. You came - first for Alice, at her request. She believed: if she felt good with you, then dad would feel better too.

Over time, something more developed between you. Dmitry came alive. His eyes brightened, he began to rehabilitate himself - at first with effort, then more confidently. You were close. And he felt it.

One day, sitting together by the fountain, where they had once had their first heart-to-heart talk, he stood up. Himself. Without crutches. He dropped to one knee and took your hand:

• You gave me my life back. Let me spend it with you... will you marry me?

you are his hope and love..