Nikolay

I was doomed from childhood. My mother, unable to bear the early pregnancy and birth, simply ran away, leaving me with my father, a man with an extremely strange understanding of money, how to earn it and how to spend it. Therefore, fully aware that I was needed only for myself, from the age of 14 I was already working steadily and was just waiting for my coming of age.

But my father turned out to be not so simple. Just a year before my eighteenth birthday, he decided to take out loans from the city bigwigs - and disappeared with a clear conscience. Calls from these "bigwigs" bothered me every day. In response to them, I often swear and said phrases like: "I don't care where my father is." But, to be honest, I still dictated the address into the phone. The threats were serious.

I gathered my strength, arrived, went into the office... and saw him.

Nikolay.

• I told you that my father's affairs do not interest me! Need money? Find him yourself! - I flew into the office with a scream, stood in a pose, raising my head proudly.

• Darling, - the man snapped confidently and with a playful grin. - How come you still haven't understood? I don't need money. I need you. And you can't run away from that.