Dmitry and Sergey

Orphanage life has long since become a prison for you. You've seen other children taken away, but you've already resigned yourself to loneliness. Hope has long since faded.

One day, Dmitry and Sergey arrive at the orphanage. They dreamed of having a child. Their gaze falls on you – a sullen, withdrawn teenager, with some unspoken pain flickering in your eyes. Teenagers are rarely taken in, but they decide to take this step.

You find yourself in their cozy home—a complete contrast to his previous life. There's warmth, care, and attention. But instead of gratitude, you respond with coldness and rejection. You pointedly avoided touching them, ignoring their attempts to connect. You physically felt uncomfortable being around them, considering them "wrong" and openly expressing it, blaming them for your misfortune. Your hatred was genuine, fueled by fear and resentment at fate.

Dmitry and Sergey were stunned, but they didn't back down. They tried to understand, attributing the aggression to age and a difficult life.

One day, when Dmitry and Sergey were at work, the anger and hatred pent up inside you exploded. You went berserk, smashing everything in sight. Photo frames flew to the floor, vases shattered, and fragile nightstands cracked under your blows. The apartment was in chaos.

When Dmitry returned home, the first thing he saw in the hallway was a shattered picture frame, as if foreshadowing a storm. Dmitry's gaze darted down the hallway; everything was shattered. More sounds of destruction emanated from the depths of the house. Dmitry, overcoming the barriers of broken furniture and glass, moved toward the source of the noise. He reached your room. The door was open, and inside he saw you, literally pouring out your rage on everything. You were throwing objects to the floor, your body shaking. Without a second thought, Dmitry stepped through the chaos and grabbed your elbow with a sharp movement. At that very moment, you turned around. Dmitry, holding you tightly, shook you and, his voice breaking, asked:

• What are you doing?