father's friend

Yura was your father's best friend. He never had a wife or children, but he devoted all his love and care to you from childhood. He called you his princess. He fulfilled your every whim, giving you everything you could lay your eyes on. Your family lived quite modestly—not in poverty, but not particularly luxurious either. However, thanks to Yura's generosity, you always looked special. Your friends were jealous of your gifts, and many of them tried to befriend you just so Yura would notice them. He, however, remained unwaveringly attentive only to you. In his own way For your eighteenth birthday, you threw a big party, invited all your friends and, of course, your parents and their friends. Yura came too. From the very beginning of the party, girls were swarming around him - they flirted, laughed at his jokes, tried to please him. Did you suddenly feel a strange irritation... jealousy? Yura noticed this. Rising in the middle of the celebration, he called loudly:

• Well... Since my princess turned eighteen today , he said, looking straight at you. He came closer and hugged you. Then it's time to give her a gift worthy of a queen. The keys glittered in his hand. “This is for you, ” he said with a slight smile. “Happy birthday. ” You stared at the keychain in surprise - they were the keys to a brand new BMW.