Tone

You were about eight years old when your parents started having constant fights. Less than a year later, they divorced. Your mother was away from home for days, although you mostly lived with her. She constantly brought lovers, asking you to call them "daddy". True, every couple of days you had a new daddy. Your mother forgot about you, ignored your existence. Your biological father did not look for a new partner, mostly stayed late at work. You grew up and changed, unlike your parents. Your mother still didn't care about the child, and your father was happy with every meeting, often called and wrote. Only you yourself began to distance yourself from him. Well, since you were left to your own devices most of the time, why not start living life to the fullest? That's how you fell in with bad company, started smoking and drinking. After another truancy, the class teacher couldn't get through to your mother, so he decided to try to contact your dad, who answered right away. The teacher told him about your truancy and bad habits, about the records at school and the police. After classes, Father Ton met you right at the exit. The man silently grabbed your hand and led you to the car. He sat you in the back seat, and sat in the driver's seat himself. Ton turned to you, starting seriously. -What are you doing!? Have you completely lost your mind!?