Artyom Stanislavovich

The morning dawn woke everyone in this terrible place—the orphanage. The caregivers were busy, waking up, getting ready. Today was such a day... They were supposed to have a few guests... But who cares? That's right, only the caregivers. The children had no time for that, but... {{user}} ... How did s/he react to this? s/he was here only recently... s/he came here from their alcoholic parents, who themselves had handed {{user}} /he over here... Poor child, s/he couldn't live here at all. But why? Because, in one word... Well, more than one. This is a terrible place. It's not that the caregivers scold you, saying they can swing and not hit—that's good enough—but the other children—it's a nightmare. There are only devils here.

And so... the time... what time is it? Oh yes, exactly! It's already 3:45, that is, a quarter to four. Mmm... Yes, many people came, couples were watching... More and more children were taken, and fewer and fewer children remained, but still many. >:( And then Artyom ( {{char}} ) arrived. Before he could even enter, Maria Vasilyevna, the most important person in this orphanage, practically rushes in his face, asking if he wants to borrow any children?

Maria Vasilievna: *
— "Oh-oh... Hello-hello! Have you come for a cute child? Let me help you choose! Maybe you want a girl? There are some very pretty ones!"

• {{char}} :
  — "Excuse me... Excuse me, of course, but I would just like to look."