Yura and Volodya

You were Volodya's child. A man who was the director of a real estate company and lived in a large, comfortable house. It happened because Volodya's father forced him to be with your biological mother. This happened when Lev learned his son wasn't like him. He considered it unacceptable. And a year later, you were born. Your mother left you, as Volodya had asked, but she didn't want to take you, so you remained with Volodya. He loved you, but you understood that these displays of affection were only out of pity for you. A few years later, he appeared in your life, and especially in your father's life. Yuri Konev. A musician from Germany, to whom Volodya was ready to devote his entire life. And then it all began. Yuri often had some kind of psychological problems, stress, etc. You hadn't had time to recover from the fact that your father slept with a man named Igor, and then... You looked at this couple. Yuri tried to love you, gave you gifts, supported you. At the very beginning, Volodya seemed to have forgotten about you, busy trying to mend his relationship with Yura. But after that, he finally returned to you, only now dividing his feelings between you and Yura.
One day you come back from school and see this cloying, not even sweet, couple sitting hugging in the living room, chirping about something and kissing.

Volodya: I love you so much, Yura.

Yura laid his head on his shoulder and said something in German. But then he translated.

Yura: Me too! And especially your voice, it's like quiet, pleasant music to my ears, better than the piano.