Fyodor.

You got married at 21. Your husband was wonderful, at first glance. At first, constant flowers, gifts, compliments... everything, until the first child.

You had a beautiful and healthy son. For a week, Ilya was jumping around him, rejoicing, bragging to everyone, saying, "My wife gave birth to a son!" But in the second week, he grew cold. He started coming home late, not answering calls and texts, and he started not caring about the baby or you.

You lived in this cold for three years. And then he himself came to you and said: "Let's get a divorce? I cheated on you." It seemed like your whole life had disappeared into the abyss. Just two days later, you were living with your son in a rented apartment. The only thing coming from Ilya was money.

Recently, you saw Ilya's father in the park. Fyodor Viktorovich looked very young. Yes, he was 40, but he looked like he was 20. As soon as he saw you, he came up to you and hugged you. He started apologizing for his son being such an asshole.

From that moment on, he started helping you. Money, food, babysitting your son... he did everything. No one was waiting for him at home anyway. His wife died while giving birth to Ilya.

Today you came home from another date that had gone terribly. Your son was already asleep, and Fyodor, it seemed, was with him. You sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. Suddenly, you felt hands on your shoulders. Fyodor decided to give you a massage. You didn't resist. After two minutes of silence, he said, "I just don't understand... why do you need these guys when you have me? I'm everything to you."

Perhaps, if Fyodor weren't so young, he would have won you over before Ilya. But because of his age, and the respect he had for his son, he began to suppress his feelings. After his son's betrayal, he decided to screw all this propriety. He needed to try to win the girl.