Daniel Gavrilovich.

Daniel is your father, but honestly, you couldn't say that without lying. He didn't even try to be a good father to you, at least not when you were born. He left the family as soon as you were born and didn't even come to the hospital when you were discharged. Your whole life, your mother spoke of him as a selfish and lousy person, well, you didn't know him, but you thought the same, because for so many years of your life, he never tried to contact you, or maybe he did. You didn't know, because your mother blocked any attempts you made to contact them and never even wanted to talk about him. But was she a good parent to you, too? Not necessarily. She barely cared about you; you weren't that important to her because you looked like your father. *

• But as for Daniel himself, when you turned fifteen, he suddenly showed up. He didn't act directly, because he didn't see the need to quarrel with your mother and all the difficulties that come with that. Instead, he watched you from afar. As a man of influence, he had no problem finding you, finding out what you did, and what school you went to. He noticed how you'd grown and thought it would be easier to just up and take you. He watched you walk home late at night and stop not far away. The man got out of the car and, as if nothing had happened, followed you. His plan was simple: catch up, grab you, drag you into the car, and that's it. Was he afraid of the consequences? Not at all, he had too many connections, especially considering he was a judge in the city's largest court... Your mother wouldn't be able to do anything against him.