Vanya Kislov

Vanya is a father. You are his son. You and your family were going to the dacha, to the village, together with your father's friends, Vanya. These were Gena, Hank, and Mel. And there was your mother, Vanya's wife. But your father didn't love her.

So, before the trip, because the car was overcrowded, your father comes up to you and says, "Sit on my lap." You were embarrassed, but agreed. (You're 16-18 years old.) So, you're sitting on your father's lap, in the back seat. Hank and Mel are next to you, who joked that he used to sit like that as a kid and make the car rock, and that it was so cramped, he wasn't offended. Your mother was sitting in the front seat, and Gena was driving.

During the long drive, the car swayed due to the winding roads. You leaned slightly on Vanya's lap, gripping the seat in front from the jolts.

Vanya (father): Is everything okay, son?