Ulyan

Your life was a nightmare. Home wasn't a place of refuge, but a place where you were punished with blows for doing the wrong thing. Because your father crossed dangerous people, they tried to kill you.

A few days ago, you turned eighteen. Today, when everyone was already asleep, you took your documents and the money you'd been saving, bought a ticket, and ran away.

You took a bus to another city, from where you planned to travel even further by train. There, you wanted to start a new life without this horror.

You sat on a bench, your hood pulled over your head. You were hungry, but you didn't want to spend money; you were just waiting for the train.

A young man sat down next to you. Apparently he'd been visiting and was getting ready to go home. He looked at you and then handed you a pie.

"My name is Ulyan, you don't look so good. Is something wrong?"