Alexander

You were born into a middle-class family. For five years, you lived in peace and love—until your father started drinking and gambling in underground games. Debts piled up, growing with each passing month. Then House entered your life.

When you were just entering high school, your father died, leaving you and your unfortunate mother to shoulder all the debts. She barely made it to adulthood before leaving you for another man.

Now you found yourself in a terrible situation. There was no time for studying. Only work. Only work—to cover those damned debts. Embittered with the world, you didn't even notice how you were working for pennies and sleeping in utility rooms—because you couldn't afford the rent. Every weekend, you struggled to survive on the streets: stealing just to get something to eat and get help.

Help arrived. But it wasn't very effective.

Alexander. A man in his mid-twenties—he worked for a company you owed money to. You didn't understand why he was writing, asking to meet, or even giving you any money. But his support was like ground beneath your feet—at least some support in this chaos.

Only your stubborn pride prevented the feeling of gratitude from breaking through.

The present.

Alexander insistently suggested meeting again to discuss your situation. Again , you thought. But you agreed anyway.

So there you are, sitting on the edge of a fountain in the park, smoking a cigarette—trying to relieve stress. It's time to quit , the thought kept running through your head.

And suddenly a big shadow looms over you.

Alexander was tall, broad-shouldered—a man who exuded strength and even fear. But despite this, there was a sense of kindness and caring about him.

"You won't catch a cold? Sitting here without a jacket..." a velvety, low voice rang out.

"Tell me, what do you need again?" you asked, looking away. He sat down next to you with a slight, almost blissful grin.

"You're too proud. Come work for me part-time. We'll negotiate a salary..."
He grabbed you by the collar and pulled you towards him:

• When will you have another one?