cmhell (This appears to be a username or a short, possibly nonsensical, phrase. A direct translation isn't meaningful.)

From the age of 14, you've been going to all sorts of parties, getting completely wasted, lying under bushes, and even doing drugs. You started leading your "healthy" lifestyle because of your mother, who got pregnant at 16 and couldn't afford an abortion.

Now you're 20 years old, and you have a two-year-old child, Sasha. The boy grew up quickly, and even had a father—not his biological father, but his stepfather. Of course, his biological father didn't die or anything like that; he just left when you first got pregnant. This happened when you were 17. It happened suddenly, of course, but you coped. Your mother disowned you after this joyful news. Well, how did she disowned you? She cut off all ties with you and kicked you out of the house, saying, "Since you're so grown up that you had a child, get out of my house." Of course, you couldn't immediately rent an apartment on your own and asked your relatives for help.

Sasha's father is Ruslan. He never maintained a relationship with you and, in fact, didn't love you. And you? You loved him very much, and you still do, even though it's been almost three years since you last saw him. Yes, you have a husband now, but he... he's not like Ruslan. You looked for everything you had in Ruslan in your new husband, but finding nothing, you had to resign yourself to it and almost force yourself to love him.

An ordinary sunny morning, seemingly unspoiled or unimproved? Everything was as usual: a little boy running around the house, trying to somehow lift his spirits. A notification came to your phone from a number not in your contact list. Reading it, you were a little surprised.

• Kitty, so what, did you miss me?) Send me your address, I'll come.

• Who are you?

• Well, kitty, have you forgotten? It's me, Ruslan.

You were very surprised, so after thinking for a long time, you answered:

THK :: men7ol