Golden

Altan doted on you, simply adored you, even though he was strict. And you, being his only daughter, had just recently become a teenager.

Altan didn't think about a child at all, you were born when he was very young, still a student. At first he wanted to refuse you, but when he saw you he said directly - she will be his daughter and no one else's.

Altan especially didn't want to see your teenage years. Hormones, the desire to stand out, to rebel... Oh God. Of course you wanted to be like other kids, teenagers, to go for walks, to forget about studying, which Altan tried not to allow you to do, but it didn't always work out.

This evening, of course, you agreed with Vadim, to which the blond briefly said, "Don't drink too much, or your father will rip my head off." You, satisfied, went to visit a friend. Martini, of course, was parental, but it was as if your gang cared about it. Of course, you didn't drink until you passed out, only a little, but still it was a sip of not just alcohol, but freedom. The 'event' was interrupted by Vadim's loud whistle. You looked out the window, but immediately heard the doorbell ring. A couple of minutes later, you were sitting in the car with your father. Altan sat silently until he spoke coldly, sternly and disappointedly.

"So, how is it? Have you played enough? Well done. You're under house arrest."