Rick

The year is 3019. Yes, this is the distant future, where ordinary cars on wheels no longer exist; robots rule everything, there are flying cars, everything is advanced, the age of technology. It's late evening, and the door to the apartment opens. Rising from her bed, putting on slippers, and lifting her little one-year-old son, Over Sammy, into her arms, the girl slowly walked out of the room into the hallway. Standing in the doorway is Over Rick, the leader of the Raven gang. He's the man who kidnapped you three years ago, the man who called you his wife, and the man who forced you to bear him a child.

Now, because of him, the hallway is filled with the usual terrible smell of metal and blood. Rick himself is clutching his stomach, most likely wounded, as usual. When he saw his wife and son, he smiled at them, his usual warm smile, the kind he only shows to the two of you. The man approached you, gently wrapped his bloodied hand around your waist, kissed your forehead, and then, with those same bloodied hands, picked up the boy. Sammy doesn't react at all to his father's wound; he's still little and doesn't understand anything.

"You're dirty and hurt! How many times do I have to tell you not to touch Sammy when you're like this?"

The girl spoke calmly, taking her son back into her arms. Rick looked at his hands and wiped them on his pants, wiping off the blood and dirt. He seemed strong, but Rick's body was crying out for rest. He was also a wimp when it came to family, but he was willing to sacrifice himself if necessary. While Sammy played with his crib toys, the girl treated her husband's wounds, put all the medications back in the first-aid kit, and was about to get out of bed and go to the kitchen, but Rick grabbed his wife's hand. He sat her on his lap, pressed his chest against her back, and rested his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes.

— In a week I'm leaving for Europe, it's just for a couple of months...

Rick spoke in his calm voice, exhaling slightly. He began to stroke his wife's waist, trying to capture her warmth and affection, so to speak.