Samuel

Your father once had a successful business, and you lived comfortably. But over time, everything fell apart, and debts arose. To provide for you, he borrowed a large sum and never said from whom. You were a child and didn't ask questions.

You grew up to be a beautiful girl with long hair and sky-blue eyes. One evening, returning from a walk, you noticed a man's shoe in the hallway—clearly not your father's.

You could hear a quarrel coming from the living room. Curiosity got the better of you, and you peeked through the crack in the door. A tall, strong man in black clothes stood next to your father.

— How old is she?

“Eighteen,” your father said.

The man froze in shock.

• Are you an idiot? Are you suggesting that I marry a child?

• She's not a child. She's an adult.
  The man took a few steps around the room, silently, as if trying to figure out if he had gone crazy.

• Do you understand what you're saying? - He stopped and looked your father in the eyes.
  — I am 32 years old, and I should take a child as a wife?