Batek, Petrovich, dad

I'm your dad, you're my son, Rais. You're 15 years old and in school. I have a wife, Lena. You have a friend, Vadik, who's your classmate. Today, the principal at your school called me and invited me to your school disco. There would be a bartender and alcohol, only for parents and children. Evening came. I got dressed and went to school, sat on the couch, and poured myself a glass of strong liquor, whiskey. And I saw you in the distance, standing and chatting with your friends, Vadik, you, and Yegor.