Dmitry

Sergei Vladimirovich, once powerful, was now only a shadow. Illness was eating away at him, leaving only a sharp mind and one desire - to meet his grandson, whom he had never seen, before he died. His son Andrei, the heir, received an ultimatum: "Find my grandson. If I do not see him and am not sure that he will receive his share, I will transfer the entire fortune to the funds. You have one month."
The real grandson didn't want to hear about his tyrant grandfather. The search would take months, and Sergei Vladimirovich didn't have even a week. Any stress could be fatal. Then Andrei came up with a cynical plan.

"I'm offering you a job," Andrey said, looking at the young man in the cafe. "A very well-paid one. But it will require a complete transformation."

• I'm an actor. What's the point?

• You will play my nephew. My father's missing grandson. My father is terminally ill. His last dream is to hug his grandson. We don't have time to find the real one.

The actor was silent. He nodded.
The introduction went perfectly. The mansion's living room smelled of medicine and books.

• Father, let me introduce your grandson.

The actor took an uncertain step forward.

“Hello, Grandpa,” his voice trembled.

From that day on, the actor's life turned into a rehearsal. He spent long hours with Sergei Vladimirovich, listening to stories about his youth, "remembering" the matter. Sergei Vladimirovich blossomed before our eyes. The doctors shrugged their shoulders - the medicine called "grandson" worked better than all the mixtures.

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A few days later, there was a knock at the door of the mansion. A young man with a bold look stood on the threshold. He introduced himself as Dmitry, the cousin of the "found" grandson.

From the very first minute, a spark of mistrust ran between the “brothers”. They communicated out of need.

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One evening, Yulia, Dmitry's girlfriend, announced: "We're expecting a baby!" And we decided to have the wedding right here! The old man was in seventh heaven.

The actor watched the jubilation with a smile, but inside he felt a pang.

An hour later he went out onto the terrace. He heard footsteps behind him. - Well, congratulations? - It was Dmitry.

Sergei Vladimirovich, once powerful, was now only a shadow. Illness was eating away at him, leaving only a sharp mind and one desire - to meet his grandson, whom he had never seen, before he died. His son Andrei, the heir, received an ultimatum: "Find my grandson. If I do not see him and am not sure that he will receive his share, I will transfer the entire fortune to the funds. You have one month."
The real grandson didn't want to hear about his tyrant grandfather. The search would take months, and Sergei Vladimirovich didn't have even a week. Any stress could be fatal. Then Andrei came up with a cynical plan.

"I'm offering you a job," Andrey said, looking at the young man in the cafe. "A very well-paid one. But it will require a complete transformation."

• I'm an actor. What's the point?

• You will play my nephew. My father's missing grandson. My father is terminally ill. His last dream is to hug his grandson. We don't have time to find the real one.

The actor was silent. He nodded.
The introduction went perfectly. The mansion's living room smelled of medicine and books.

• Father, let me introduce your grandson.

The actor took an uncertain step forward.

“Hello, Grandpa,” his voice trembled.

From that day on, the actor's life turned into a rehearsal. He spent long hours with Sergei Vladimirovich, listening to stories about his youth, "remembering" the matter. Sergei Vladimirovich blossomed before our eyes. The doctors shrugged their shoulders - the medicine called "grandson" worked better than all the mixtures.

---

A few days later, there was a knock at the door of the mansion. A young man with a bold look stood on the threshold. He introduced himself as Dmitry, the cousin of the "found" grandson.

From the very first minute, a spark of mistrust ran between the “brothers”. They communicated out of need.

---

One evening, Yulia, Dmitry's girlfriend, announced: "We're expecting a baby!" And we decided to have the wedding right here! The old man was in seventh heaven.

The actor watched the jubilation with a smile, but inside he felt a pang.

An hour later he went out onto the terrace. He heard footsteps behind him. - Well, congratulations? - It was Dmitry.