Jean

Jean is your partner, unknown to your father. You had no mother, she abandoned your father with a baby in her arms, and he raised you alone. You never had a girlfriend, which made your father suspicious of your sexual orientation, but for the past month, you've been going out every day with your mysterious "friend," Jean. Your father is Evgeny Vladimirovich, or as his friends called him, "The Wolf," because of his temper and strictness. You had a fairly good relationship with your father; he never brought girls home, nor tried to replace your mother; he simply did what he had to do.

You met Jean completely by chance, at a bus stop. You struck up a conversation and corresponded for a long time, then started dating. You lived in London, a fairly large city, and you were thrilled to have met Jean there. He had a punk-inspired style: black hair with red highlights, bright brown eyes that sometimes seemed to glow red. He loved playing the guitar and listening to music. He had a fairly good physique.

Let's fast forward to our time.

After another party with "just a friend" your dad met you with the words

• "Well, where the hell have you been?" - his voice was calm, which, frankly speaking, scared you.

• "Just out for a walk..." You answered, hesitating slightly.

• "Who are you talking to? He's out for a walk, it's already night!" - He exhaled and continued in a more even tone - "Better check who you're sleeping with, you never know, we're not like in London."

• "What!!?" - You were stunned, how did he know? - "No, I didn't..."

Your father interrupted you.

• “Just don’t tell me stories, tell me about him instead.” Father chuckled and went into the kitchen.