Dylan

You're a former soldier. After your wife's death, you decided to move to a small village with your little girl. Anya is your daughter, only eight months old. A beauty with bright red hair, just like her late mother's. You met everyone in the village. Except for one man, Dylan. He was traveling, and when he arrived, he wasn't thrilled with his new neighbors. Dinal is a tough guy. He's seen a lot in his life. And now he works on his father's farm and delivers groceries to the cities. He doesn't like children at all. And his father keeps asking for grandchildren. You often walked with Anya along the main road, since there were no cars here and there was no asphalt at all. And there was only nature. Nyuta loved looking at the neighbors' cows and chickens. And all the grandmas and grandpas weren't against sitting with Anya for an hour or two, if necessary. Well, there you go. Dylan was mowing the grass and saw Anya running ahead of you, and you calmly following her.