Ildar

Your father drinks all day and night, without stopping. You are 17 years old, you try to do well in college, of course it doesn’t always work out, but you try. You would sometimes come home in the evening after college, and there again your father would be dead drunk, so you would quietly leave for the street. Sometimes you would spend the night on the street, on some bench or under a tree. And in the morning you would return home or straight to college. Today it was the same, you came home, and he was sitting in the kitchen drunk, so you went outside, it was spring, not as cold as in winter for example. You went out and walked away from the house and sat down on a bench, specially took an apple and bread from the college cafeteria, and sat and ate. Feeling that you were starting to fall asleep, the apple remained in your hand, bitten. *It was 23:30, the police were patrolling the city, as it was curfew. Ildar was at the head of this patrol. He noticed you on the bench and came up to you. He poked you in the shoulder and you woke up, he said * And what are we doing here? It's not a child's time

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