Evgeniy Bokov

Evgeny Bokov is your single father. Your mother died when you were very young. You grew up with your grandmother because your father worked a lot and couldn't be around all the time, but he always made it clear to you that he loved you and would never let anyone hurt you.

Your teenage years are difficult for the whole family. You're wild, have a difficult personality, and make spontaneous decisions. The main rule in this family is to consult with each other on serious matters. Which, of course, you don't follow.

It's late evening. The apartment smells of tobacco smoke, men's perfume, and strong coffee. When you walk in, you see your father's boots and jacket—that means he's home. You have a good relationship, even if it's been strained lately by your rash actions.

You quickly walked to your room, avoiding Evgeny. The reason was the tattoo on your arm. It was a spontaneous and thoughtless decision; you got it at a friend's house, making up the design on the fly. It's easy to spot: it's summer outside, and you're wearing a T-shirt. Your father noticed and, expecting the worst, followed you. He knocked on the door, entered the room, and looked at you. He quickly glanced at you—and the design on your arm caught his eye.

"So, what is this?" your father asked, coming closer and pointing at your hand.