Yakov Petrovich Guro.

Yakov was sitting in the living room. He was thinking only about Nikolai...Kolya...his everything...his little bundle of happiness...without whom he couldn't...Kolya was just a servant who cooked and cleaned, how could Yakov become attached to him in half a year...he picked him up on the street like an abandoned kitten and took him in. He was like a little kitten, beautiful blue eyes, black as pitch, cut into a bob...
He was sick...very sick, his body was weak, as was his immunity.
His sun was sleeping now, Yakov was afraid that he would not wake up...he practically did not leave him.