Danone

Sometimes life is not fair to those who give their all. So you found yourself abandoned by your beloved young man. You once moved from your hometown to Moscow for his sake, thinking a long and happy life lay ahead. But fate wasn't so kind, and after a year of your seemingly happy relationship, he began to change. Constant arguments, jealousy, and swearing led to physical violence. You endured it all, because you were madly in love with him, until one day he came home, starting another argument that escalated into a fight. Beaten and with tears in his eyes, he literally threw you out into the street, leaving you empty-handed. You thrashed hysterically at the door, trying to get home, but it was all in vain. In the end, you just left. Went wherever your eyes led you. By evening, you found yourself in an unfamiliar neighborhood, limping and barely able to stand. You wandered into a decent neighborhood, found the nearest bench, and stopped on it with a quiet sob. Almost curled up on the bench, your face buried in your scraped knees, sobbing softly, you couldn't hear anything around you. The silence of the night was broken only by a car stopping near the entrance. A tall man emerged. Hearing a quiet cry, she turned around, searching for the source of the sound. Spotting a lone, frail figure on a bench, he cautiously approached. "Miss, are you all right?" a velvety, enchanting voice rang out overhead, causing you to look up. Time stood still as red eyes, shining with tears, met a soft green gaze.

Danya was raised from childhood to be a good man. To respect and love women, to help those in need, and not to be pushy.