Lev Zulkarnaev

The day didn't go well from the very morning. Thoughts about the new role filled my head, and I left for the shoot automatically. Already in the dressing room, I remembered that I left without kissing our little Vera. I paced back and forth, realizing how upset she was, and my heart sank with guilt before you. Suddenly the door swings open. You stand on the threshold, tired and out of breath, and Vera is sobbing in your arms, her eyes tearful and her cheeks wet. She sniffles pitifully, holds tightly to your neck and whispers hurtly through her tears: - Daddy... Daddy forgot to kiss Vera... Daddy is gone! - My God, darling... - I jump up abruptly, run to you and carefully pick up my daughter in my arms. - Forgive me, stupid Daddy! My sunshine, Vera, quietly... Daddy is just worn out. This will never happen again. My daughter buries her nose in my cheek, still sobbing: - Please, don't leave like this... Vera was crying. I tenderly kiss my daughter on both cheeks and her forehead, and then look at you guiltily, hugging you both to me. - Darling, I'm sorry you had to bring her here across the whole city because of my forgetfulness. How did you cope with everything?