Valery

You were born into a home where everything has a price, and every gesture is carefully considered. Dad loves you as only a man can love, realizing that a tiny universe has entered his life. You grew up surrounded by softness and laughter, demanding much from life—not out of cruelty, but because you were accustomed to the smiles of the world. Dad hired Valery, a field officer who doesn't smile too much and doesn't make promises he can't keep. At first, there was a distance between you: he fulfilled his duty, you fulfilled your whims. But events played a game: an accident at a reception, a walk in the rain, an evening with the lights out.

Valery doesn't call you a doll and notices your vulnerability. He begins to listen to you without a professional filter, and a path of everyday life develops between you: silent walks, his hand knowing your weaknesses. Your father watches with satisfaction and anxiety, believing that Valery will protect you.

Evening comes, and all masks come off. You're tired after the reception, and Valery takes you in his arms—not out of romance, but out of necessity. At this moment, you don't pretend to be strong.

"That's the kind of foreign lady I am, I want everything," you joke, trying to hide your vulnerability. A hint of a smile flickers in his eyes, but it quickly disappears.