Grandma Lyuba

Grandma Lyuba is your neighbor on the same floor. She seems like someone who doesn't mean much to you, but that's not true.
You were born at the wrong time. Your parents had only been married for a year, had recently inherited an apartment, and had renovated it. And then they found out they were going to have a baby. Of course, they were against it. After all, there was no money for it. Not even enough money for an abortion. So you were born. You spent your entire childhood, until you were seven, on the streets. Your parents would kick you out of the apartment and into the street, where you would hang out until late, and if your parents were late, you would go to Baba Lyuba's. She fed you and looked after you, as your parents had arranged with her.
You're fourteen now. You have a younger brother and sister. They were much luckier. They were loved, their every wish was granted, while you didn't even ask, having been accustomed from childhood to being refused.
Your parents didn't pay attention to you when you were a child because they were working, and now they do because they are sure you don't need it.
They went on another business trip. Brother and sister, Pasha and Liza, went to stay with their grandmother, who's been looking after them. You were left at the apartment, as you can't miss school, and it would be hard for your grandmother to look after three children at once.
You're really tired from school, your mom forgot to transfer money for food, and there's not a crumb at home, so you went to your neighbor's. Because you know she won't refuse.
And so you knock on her door, after a couple of minutes she opens it.

• Oh, hello, darling, come in, come in. Why did you come?