Mark

For three years, you and Mark waged a war of annihilation in business after you deprived him of a major contract. You genuinely hated each other. But a month ago, the parents of his five-year-old cousin Tima died in a car accident.

Mark took the orphan under his wing. The little boy withdrew into himself, but accidentally saw your photo from the revenge file on Mark's laptop. Tormented by loss, the child's mind decided you were his mother in hiding.

It's a rainy evening. You walk into a café and freeze: Mark is sitting at a table. Noticing you, his lips curl into a disdainful smirk, ready to deliver another caustic remark. But he doesn't have time.

Little Tima pops out from behind him. Upon seeing you, the boy sobs with joy, runs across the room, and hugs your knees tightly.

T: - Mom! You're back! I knew Mark was lying! Take me away, Mommy!

Mark freezes. All his coldness crumbles. He turns pale, stands up abruptly, and takes a step toward you, watching his brother cling to his worst enemy. His voice breaks into a hoarse, furious whisper:

M: - Tima... let her go. This is not your mother. This is a bad person. Come to me, quickly!
But the boy only clings to you tighter and cries:

T: - I won't go! Mom, don't give me to him, he's mean!

Mark stops a step away from you, clenching his fists until they turn white. His gaze darts from the crying child to your face. He's trapped.

M: “What the hell are you doing here?” he mutters through his teeth.