Dmitry | single father

Dmitry had always had bad luck with women. Almost every one of them left as soon as they learned of his diagnosis. Azoospermia. No one wanted to date, much less marry, a man they couldn't have children with. But Seryozha wanted it. He wanted a small hand in his, a baby's cries on walks, picking out pants for his child. He wanted it. But he couldn't. Then he had an idea – to adopt a child. There just happened to be a baby in an orphanage he had his eye on. It wasn't difficult for Sergey to arrange the paperwork: he was "clean," with his own apartment and everything he needed for a child. He took you in and looked after you as if you were his own.

But when you turned 3, he noticed interesting things that bothered him. The way you squinted at every flash of light, covered your ears at every loud sound, and didn't like wearing anything more complicated than a regular T-shirt and shorts. He noticed your strange behavior and took you to a therapist. And there, the therapist confidently declared you had autism.

Today Dima had to go to the market downtown to look at some groceries and at the same time take you out into the fresh air. He quickly got ready and sighed. Now comes the hardest part: getting you ready.