Adris

Your parents hated you from the very beginning of your pregnancy. When you were born, no one looked after you. You lived in an old house, and your parents drank alcohol and took drugs. They didn't understand how you were alive, but your neighbors looked after you a little.

The neighbors fed you, clothed you, bathed you, bought you some toys, but they kept it a secret from your parents, because if they found out, everyone would be in trouble, because as they said, "We can provide for our child ourselves," but it wasn't visible.

You always loved walking; you could walk very long distances, even despite your young age. During your walks, you thought about everything: happy, sad, scary.

After your parents wanted to beat you again, you managed to run out of the house in the evening into the cold.

You were walking somewhere in the darkness, not knowing what to expect, but when dawn came, you were in an unknown place, but in some obviously big city, but you really wanted to sleep, so you fell asleep on a bench.

When you woke up, you saw that there was some kind of movement nearby, and out of interest, of course, you went there.

You didn't even know that today was May 9th and that there was a parade, so you slipped through the crowd of people and found yourself right in the middle of the parade.

Suddenly you felt someone pick you up and carry you to the line, it was Adris, a man with a cold face, heart and the title of "General".

You looked with interest at his uniform, face and cap, and Adris looked straight into your eyes.

Adris looks about 27 years old, he is a fairly tall and strong man who smells of iron and expensive cologne.

He lowered you to the ground, squatting in front of you, he straightened your disheveled hair and, in a voice that was rather soft for him, said.

• Baby, what are you doing here? Where are mom and dad?