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Mom, you’re just a pauper!» Pashka shouted, slamming the door of his room.

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«Mom, you’re just a pauper!» Pasha shouted, slamming the door of his room.

Larisa froze in the hallway, clutching her son’s unironed T-shirt to her chest. His words hit harder than a slap. She leaned against the wall, feeling her knees tremble traitorously. Such scenes had become more frequent lately.

«Pash,» she called softly, «let’s talk…»

«There’s nothing to talk about!» came from behind the door. «Everyone has normal parents, only I suffer with you. Look, Dimka’s parents bought him a new iPhone, and you? ‘Let’s wait until the next paycheck’… You never have money!»

Larisa closed her eyes. Sleepless nights over side jobs, the old car she sold to pay for Pasha’s English lessons, sandwiches instead of lunch… All for him. And now he was hurling such words.

«Son,» she tried to speak calmly, though her voice trembled traitorously, «you know I do everything I can…»

«Exactly!» The door flung open so abruptly that Larisa flinched. «All you can is NOTHING! And dad… dad understands what I need. He doesn’t skimp like you!»

Matvey. Her ex-husband, who left eleven years ago, abandoning her with a four-year-old child. Now he suddenly reappeared—a successful businessman, a loving father. Buying his son expensive gifts, taking him to restaurants, inviting him for weekends at his country house. Easy to be the good uncle, showing up once a week with presents. But who was up at night with a sick baby? Who patched torn jeans? Who made soups and checked homework?

«You know what, mom?» Pasha looked at her with some unfamiliar, prickly contempt. «I want to live with dad. He has a normal house, not this dump. And a cool car, not your bus. And at least… he’s achieved something in life!»

Each word struck hard. A hot tear rolled down Larisa’s cheek. She hastily wiped it away with her hand.

«So, that’s how it is,» she said unexpectedly firmly. «Want to go to your father—please. But don’t come running back to me with grievances.»

«And I’m not going to!» Pasha snorted. «Finally, I’ll live like a human.»

He demonstratively pulled out his phone—a gift from his father—and started typing something. Probably a message to Matvey. Larisa silently turned around and went to the kitchen. Her hands moved automatically: turn on the kettle, take out a cup, drop in a tea bag… She tried not to think about what had just happened. Not to think about how her only son, for whom she had lived all these years, had just trampled her heart.

Matvey called in the evening.

«Laris, Pasha said he wants to stay with me,» his voice carried poorly concealed pride. «You don’t mind?»

«I don’t mind,» she replied tiredly. «Take him. Maybe he’ll learn to appreciate you.»

«Come on,» Matvey laughed. «The boy just wants to live in normal conditions. What can you give him on your salary?»

Larisa silently hung up. She sat in the kitchen, looking into the darkening window. Behind the wall, some fuss—Pasha was packing his things. Hurrying. Can’t wait to escape from a ‘pauper’ mother…

«Lord,» she thought, «why? I did everything for him… My whole life—for him…»

In the morning, Pasha left. He packed two huge bags with things, grunted «bye» and slammed the door. Larisa was left alone in the empty apartment. She slowly walked through the rooms, pausing her gaze on the little things that reminded her of her son: socks scattered under the bed, an unfinished cup of cocoa on the table, a poster of a rock band on the wall… She entered his room, sat on the bed. It smelled of his favorite deodorant.

In the corner lay an old plush dog—his favorite toy in childhood. How many times she had patched that dog, sewn on torn ears, washed it… And now it was abandoned. Like her.

Suddenly, Larisa felt a strange relief. No more need to make breakfast he never eats. No need to wash a mountain of dirty socks and T-shirts. No need to endure reproaches and comparisons with «normal» parents…

She stood up, resolutely opened the closet, and took out a beautiful dress she had not worn in a long time—there was nowhere to wear it. Well, now she had time for herself. Maybe go to the cinema? Or to that cozy restaurant she had passed by so many times? Or…

The phone buzzed with a message. From Pasha: «Forgot my tablet charger. Bring it.»

Even no «please.»

«Sorry, son,» she typed in response, «I’m busy today. Ask dad to buy a new one. He can afford it.»

And for the first time in a long time, she smiled.

The first days at his father’s house seemed like a fairy tale to Pasha. A spacious three-story cottage, a huge room with a private bathroom, a brand-new computer… Beautiful furniture, expensive paintings on the walls—everything screamed wealth and success. How different it was from their old apartment with his mom in a panel building!

«Well, how do you like it?» Matvey waved his hand around the living room with pride. «Not like your mom’s dump, right?»

Pasha nodded in agreement, although something scratched at his chest at those words. Maybe a memory of how his mom sewed toys at night to save up for his new bike? But he dismissed these thoughts.

His father’s new wife, Marina, met her stepson coolly. A tall, well-groomed woman with perfect manicure, she seemed to radiate cold.

«Just don’t make a mess in your room,» she threw out instead of a greeting. «We’re not a hostel here.»

Her children—ten-year-old twins Kirill and Karina—looked at Pasha as if he was a curious insect.

«Is it true that you lived in a Khrushchyovka?» Karina asked at dinner. «And you didn’t even have your own bathroom?»

«I had one,» Pasha grumbled. «Not anymore.»

«Poor thing,» the girl stretched with poorly hidden mockery. «How did you live there?»

 

«I lived fine,» he snapped back.

«Kids, don’t fight,» Marina drawled lazily. «Pavel, don’t be rude to your sister.»

«What sister is she to me?» Pasha wanted to snap back, but he kept silent. His father was engrossed in his phone, paying no attention to the squabble.

Days dragged on slowly. His father was constantly missing for work, and when he was home, he was busy with the twins or talking to Marina. Pasha wandered through the huge house, feeling out of place. The brand-new computer no longer brought joy. At school, things were getting worse—no one checked his homework, no one made him sit down to study.

«Dad, maybe we could go for a walk?» he asked once.

«Sorry, son, busy,» Matvey brushed him off. «Here, take some pocket money.»

Money. Always just money. Did his father remember what his favorite music was? Did he know that he hated oatmeal? Did he suspect that he had nightmares during storms?

Mom knew. Always knew.

One evening, Pasha accidentally overheard his father’s conversation with Marina.

«How long is he going to stick around here?» his stepmother hissed. «He’s ruining the twins’ mood! And besides… I didn’t sign up to raise someone else’s kid.»

«Sweetheart, he’s my son,» his father hesitated.

«Exactly—YOUR son! You entertain him. He just sits around all day, muttering something under his breath… Maybe we should send him to a boarding school? There are excellent schools in Europe…»

Pasha quietly closed the door and went upstairs. His chest felt empty and cold. He took out his phone, opened the dialogue with his mom. The last message—two weeks ago, about the charger. Mom didn’t bring it. And he didn’t even apologize for being rude…

His finger hovered over the keyboard. What to write? «Sorry»? «I miss you»? «Can I come back»?

Pride wouldn’t allow it. He threw the phone on the bed and buried his face in the pillow. Tears treacherously flowed from his eyes.

A week later, Aunt Svetlana, Mom’s friend, called.

«Pasha… your mom’s in the hospital. Pneumonia. She didn’t want to call, but I think you should know.»

He rushed to the hospital, not even informing his father. Mom lay pale, emaciated, but smiled at her son with that familiar, dear smile.

«Pashenka…» she whispered.

And he couldn’t hold back. He fell to his knees by the bed, burying his face in the blanket: «Forgive me, mom… Forgive me, do you hear? I’m such a fool…»

«There, there, my little one,» her hand rested on his head, as in childhood. «It’s alright.»

«It’s not alright!» he raised his tear-stained face. «I said such things… And you still love me?»

«Silly boy,» she pulled him to her. «I’m your mom. I will always love you.»

After that, Pasha visited the hospital every day. Brought fruits, books, sat beside her, talked about his life—now honestly, without pretense.

«… and those twins, Mom, they’re just unbearable! Always teasing, acting up… And Marina! You know what she said yesterday? ‘Move your sneakers from the hallway, we’re not a dorm here!’»

Mom listened, sometimes smiling, but often frowning. One day she couldn’t hold back: «Pash, are you… are you happy there?»

He paused mid-sentence. Happy? A luxurious home, expensive clothes, the latest iPhone in his pocket… But why then did he feel so melancholy in the evenings? Why did he want to curl up in a corner and howl from loneliness?

«I don’t know, Mom,» he honestly replied. «Everything’s so… not mine. You know, like I’m a guest. A long-term guest.»

 

«I understand,» she stroked his hand. «You know, when you left… I didn’t know what to do either. At first, I was even relieved—peace, quiet. I started going to the theater, to exhibitions…»

«Really?» he raised his eyebrows in surprise. «I didn’t know you liked that.»

«Imagine, I didn’t know either,» she laughed. «So many years I lived only for the house, work, you… And then I realized: it can’t be like this. A person needs to develop, grow. Otherwise, what will they pass on to their children?»

Pasha was silent, digesting what he had heard. He had never thought of his mom as a… person. With her own dreams, interests, desires. She had always just been Mom—the one who cooks, washes, checks homework. And she, it turns out…

«Mom, let’s go together? Well, to the theater there, or wherever you want? When you get better.»

Her eyes lit up: «Really? You’d go with me?»

«Yeah,» he shrugged. «What’s the big deal?»

In the evening, returning to his father’s house, Pasha sat for a long time in his room. Downstairs, the twins were noisy, dishes clinked—the family was having dinner. They didn’t call him. He was used to it.

There was a knock at the door. His father.

«Pash, where have you been disappearing all day? Marina says you even skip dinner.»

«I was at Mom’s,» Pasha grumbled. «She’s in the hospital.»

«Oh,» his father hesitated in the doorway. «And how is she?»

«What does it matter to you?» Pasha blurted out. «You haven’t cared for eleven years!»

Matvey frowned: «Listen, son, don’t be rude. I, by the way, provide you a decent life. Not like…»

«What ‘not like’?» Pasha jumped up. «Finish it! Not like Mom, right? Who worked three jobs so I could go to a decent school? Who stayed up nights when I was sick? Who… who was JUST THERE?!»

«What do you understand!» his father raised his voice. «You think it was easy to drop everything and start from scratch? I had to realize myself, become successful…»

«For whom?» Pasha quietly asked. «For your new family? For these twins? And me, just an add-on? ‘Here’s some pocket money’—and leave me alone?»

Matvey turned red: «You know what… if you don’t like it here—there’s the door!»

«Then I’ll leave!»

«Go back to your pauper!»

Dead silence hung in the air. Pasha slowly raised his eyes to his father: «What did you say?»

«I…» Matvey faltered, but it was too late.

«So, that’s how it is,» Pasha said very calmly. «I understand everything. Thanks, Dad. Thanks for the lesson.»

He began packing his things. His hands trembled, but his movements were clear, decisive. He threw the essentials into a bag, the rest—forget it. Computer? Don’t need it. iPhone? Let him choke on it.

«Pash, what are you doing…» his father paced nearby. «We got heated, it happens to everyone…»

«It happens, Dad. Everything happens. Only you know… Mom would never call you a pauper. Because she’s a person. And you… you’re just a wallet on legs.»

He slung the bag over his shoulder and walked out, carefully closing the door behind him. In the hallway, he bumped into Marina.

«Where are you going?» she squinted at him.

«Home,» he replied. «To Mom.»

And for the first time in a long time, he felt… right. As if a huge stone had fallen from his soul.

Pasha reached home after dark. He opened the door with his old, worn key, which he had carried in his pocket all these months. He stood in the dark hallway, inhaling the familiar smell: Mom’s perfume, cinnamon (she always loved to bake cinnamon rolls), some flowers on the windowsill…

He turned on the light, looked around. The apartment was unusually clean and… cozy? He hadn’t noticed it before. New paintings hung on the walls—small, but nice landscapes. On the coffee table—a stack of psychology books. Mom hadn’t wasted her time.

His room was untouched. Only neatly tidied and aired—Mom had checked in, making sure no dust had settled. On the desk—a photo in a frame: him as a little boy, laughing, sitting on Mom’s shoulders. Both so happy…

Pasha took out his phone, called Aunt Svetlana: «And Mom… when will they discharge her?»

«In a couple of days,» she replied. «You came back?»

«Yes. For good.»

They were silent on the phone, then Aunt Svetlana softly said: «Well done, Pasha. You did the right thing.»

The next few days he spent bustling around. Cleaned the apartment, laundered the curtains, fixed the kitchen faucet (he had been meaning to, but never got around to it). Went to the store, stocked up on groceries—Mom loves homemade food, no semi-finished products. Even started cooking, remembering Mom’s lessons.

When she returned from the hospital—thinner, but already stronger—he greeted her with a laid table and a pie. True, slightly burnt, but that’s details.

 

«Pash,» was all she said, looking around the apartment. «You…»

«Mom,» he interrupted. «Let’s agree: I’ll never leave again, and you’ll never cry again. Deal?»

She nodded, blinking rapidly.

Life began to improve. Pasha tackled his studies—turned out, he had fallen far behind while living with his father. But no matter, he’d catch up. Mom helped, explained the unclear. And on weekends, they now often went out together: to the theater, to the park, just walking around the city. Talked about everything under the sun.

«You know, Mom,» he said once, «I just realized: you always tried to make me better. And Dad… he just bought his way out.»

Mom stroked his hand: «Don’t judge him harshly. He just… doesn’t know any other way.»

Dad tried calling, invited him back. Promised a new computer, a trip abroad… Pasha politely declined. Returned the pocket money by transfer—didn’t need it.

A year later, a miracle happened: Mom was promoted at work. Now she became the head of the department, the salary increased. They even managed to renovate the apartment—small, but tasteful. Pasha himself chose the wallpaper for his room.

Five years passed. Pasha graduated from high school, enrolled in university. Met Alyonka—a funny redhead girl with freckles. Fell in love so hard his head spun. Introduced her to Mom first thing.

«Just look at them,» Alyonka whispered once, watching Pasha and his mom cook dinner together. «They’re so… family.»

And at the wedding—small, but very warm—Mom danced and laughed like a girl. She had blossomed over the years, bloomed. Even got remarried—to a good man, Pasha’s university teacher.

Dad came to the wedding with his latest wife (he and Marina had divorced) and lingered at the entrance, unsure how to act. Eventually, he approached his ex: «Laris… you… well done. Raised the boy.»

«We raised him,» she corrected softly. «Together. Just each in our own way.»

… A year later, Pasha’s daughter was born. When he first held her, so tiny, defenseless, he suddenly understood: this is what matters. Not money, not status, not expensive toys. But love. Simple, pure, selfless. Just like Mom’s.

«Mom,» he said when they brought the baby home, «thank you. For everything.»

«For what, son?»

«For teaching me the most important thing,» he hugged his daughter close. «To love.»

Mom smiled and stroked his cheek—just like in childhood: «I’m just your mom. And I’ll always be there.»

Excuse me, do you have anything for cats? My neighbor is an old lady, she doesn’t eat anything herself, just feeds her cats.»

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In the butcher shop, a pleasant aroma of spices and fresh meat filled the air, which Natalya was most proud of. She always chose the best so that customers would return. It was a busy December day, and people bustled about—some buying meat for dinner, others arguing about prices.

As Natalya arranged fresh cuts on display, she noticed a little girl standing at the door, looking inside with a lost expression. The girl appeared modest: her scarf was twisted several times, and her old jacket seemed too thin for such a winter. She clutched a small bag tightly in her hands.

Natalya paused for a second, then smiled:

«Girl, come in! Why are you standing at the door? It’s cold.»

The girl hesitantly crossed the threshold. The queue in the shop stirred impatiently, someone grunted:

«Letting children in, too. She’ll be in the way.»

Natalya glanced at the grumbling man:

«It’s okay, you can wait a bit.»

 

The girl approached closer and, shyly, reached towards the counter.

«Auntie, may I ask you something?» she whispered barely audibly.

Natalya crouched down to be on her level:

«Of course, dear. What happened?»

The girl lowered her head slightly, but then gathered her courage and spoke:

«I have a neighbor. An old grandma. She feeds her cats, but she hardly eats herself. Maybe you have something for the cats? So she can buy herself some food.»

The shop fell silent. People stopped sifting through goods and looking at prices, just listening. Some shook their heads, others sighed sympathetically.

«How does she not eat?» Natalya frowned.

«I’ve seen it. She has kefir and a piece of bread in her fridge. But she feeds the cats every day,» the girl fidgeted with the edge of her jacket. «They’re like family to her.»

Natalya bit her lip. It sounded both strange and painful.

«Okay,» she softly replied. «Wait a minute.»

The girl nodded and stepped aside. Natalya took a bag and quickly started packing trimmings and bones into it. Then she took out a piece of good beef and added it on top.

«Here, this is for the cats,» she handed the bag to the girl.

The girl froze, looking at the bag:

«Really? Thank you, auntie!»

«And tomorrow I’ll visit your grandma myself. I want to talk to her,» added Natalya.

The girl smiled broadly, then quietly said:

«She will be glad. Thank you.»

 

As the girl left, the shop buzzed again. One of the regular customers, an elderly man, shook his head:

«Children’s souls… How does she even care about that neighbor?»

As Natalya cleared the remaining goods, she thought:

«Not all adults would do what this little girl did. Need to help.»

The next morning, without delaying, Natalya went to the address the girl had given her. A small house stood slightly apart from the others, with a crooked fence and peeling paint on the windows. A ginger cat greeted her at the gate—apparently the local boss. He lazily lifted his head, assessed Natalya, decided she was no threat, and curled back up on the porch step.

Natalya knocked on the door.

«Who’s there?» a weak voice came from inside.

«It’s me, Natalya. From the butcher shop,» she called loudly, feeling a strange mix of sadness and warmth as the hoarse voice inside awakened.

The door creaked quietly, and a thin elderly woman in an old woolen shawl appeared on the threshold. Her face was worn but friendly.

«Oh, hello,» she said, slightly flustered, adjusting her shawl.

«Sorry, I didn’t order anything.»

«I’m not here for an order. I came to see you. May I come in?» Natalya smiled, trying not to embarrass the hostess.

The old lady hesitated, then stepped aside. Natalya entered the home. It was clean but modest. Simple furniture, a slightly sagged sofa, a table with a worn tablecloth. On the window sill, a cup with tea leaves and an open book. On the floor, as if on command, the cats gathered: the ginger from the porch, a gray one, and a tiny striped kitten.

«Here are my little tails,» the old lady said, looking at the cats with a gentle smile. «But why did you come?»

Natalya sat down on a chair, looking around the room.

«The girl next door told me how you feed your furry friends but barely drink tea yourself,» she said directly. «Is that true?»

The old lady blushed, clutching the corner of her shawl.

«Well… I don’t need much. But they… they need someone, and that’s me,» she murmured, looking down.

«But you need someone, too,» Natalya said quietly but firmly. «You also need to eat properly. You can’t live on cats alone.»

The old lady shrugged.

«What can I do… My pension is small. And I feel sorry for the cats. They’re all from the yard, all hungry. How can I abandon them?»

Natalya nodded, her heart aching from such simple, touching devotion.

«Let’s do this. I’ll leave you meat trimmings. For free. For the cats. And you spend your pension on yourself. At least a little. Agreed?» she proposed, looking straight into the hostess’s eyes.

The old lady was silent for a long time, then quietly replied:

«I don’t even know what to say…»

«Say ‘agreed,’» Natalya smiled, winking. «And that’s that.»

«Agreed,» the grandmother murmured, hiding her eyes, which glistened with tears.

«There we go,» Natalya stood up. «I’ll bring you the first package tomorrow. And no arguing,» she warned, seeing the old lady about to object.

At the threshold, the grandmother suddenly paused.

«Natalya, why are you doing this? After all… I’m nobody to you,» she asked, nervously fidgeting with the corner of her shawl.

«I just can. And, you know, you’re not exactly nobody to me now,» Natalya smiled, waved her hand, and left, feeling a strange but pleasant warmth spreading inside her.

Since they agreed, the grandmother’s life began to change. Natalya left her a small package of trimmings every week. It wasn’t a lot of money, but knowing she was helping warmed her soul. The grandmother always came for her «gift» on time—on the exact day, like clockwork. She always brought gratitude, and sometimes something of her own: a jar of jam, fresh eggs, or just a sincere smile.

«Here, Natalya, homemade raspberry jam. I made it myself, my grandchildren helped pick the berries last year,» she said once, handing over a jar.

«Oh, grandma, why? I have everything!» Natalya smiled but still took the treat.

«It’s not in return, Natasha. It’s from the heart,» the old lady replied, adjusting her shawl.

The cats also noticeably perked up. The ginger cat, who used to lazily doze on the porch, now, satiated and content, loudly purred when the grandmother set down a bowl of food. Their fur shone, and they no longer looked thin.

«Look at this handsome fellow!» Natalya, dropping by the grandmother’s, winked toward the cat. «I see you feed him well.»

 

«It’s you who feed him,» the grandmother laughed. «I just serve it.»

Natalya noticed how the grandmother’s face looked better. The wrinkles remained, but a blush appeared. The old lady no longer seemed so tired and sad as the first time.

«I made a meat soup,» the grandmother once boasted, looking into the shop.

«That’s wonderful,» Natalya approved. «Always do that now.»

Gradually, the grandmother began to visit not just for trimmings. She stayed to chat. Natalya caught herself thinking that she enjoyed these conversations herself.

«Do you have children?» the grandmother asked once.

«No, grandma, it didn’t work out,» Natalya replied, pondering whether to continue. «But, you know, I always dreamed of a big family. Maybe it will still happen.»

The grandmother smiled, stroking her woolen shawl.

«Everything will be alright for you, Natasha. You’re a kind person. It will all come back to you.»

By New Year’s, Natalya decided to make the grandmother a small gift. Instead of the usual trimmings, she brought her a whole piece of good meat.

«This is for you. For the festive table,» she said, handing over the package.

«Natasha, what are you doing! I can’t take this,» the grandmother protested, shaking her head.

«Grandma, don’t upset me. It’s a gift, understand?»

The grandmother hesitated for a long time, but seeing Natalya’s determination, she took the package.

«What a kind person you are,» she said quietly, wiping her eyes with the corner of her shawl.

These little things made both of them happier. Natalya was pleased to see the grandmother more cheerful. And the grandmother… the grandmother felt again that someone cared about her.

Sometimes small changes in someone’s life can create a big boomerang effect of goodness, returning with warm words and joy that fills the heart.

It was early morning when the grandmother, in her usual woolen shawl, entered the butcher shop. She had a bundle wrapped in clean white fabric in her hands. Natalya was behind the counter, arranging fresh cuts of meat, and immediately noticed her.

«Grandma Valya, why are you so early?» Natalya looked at her in surprise.

«I brought you something. I want to say thank you,» she replied, placing the bundle on the counter. It smelled of fresh baking.

«Oh, grandma, you shouldn’t have!» Natalya waved her hands, but the old lady smiled and nodded, as if unwilling to hear objections.

«It’s from the heart. The pie is still warm, try it. And here’s jam, raspberry. Maybe your children will be delighted.»

Natalya smiled, looking at the grandmother. She always marveled at how much warmth could exist in such a fragile person. Accepting the treat, she placed it on the table next to her.

«Thank you, grandma. But, you know, you’ve already repaid me. With your smiles and by taking care of yourself.»

Grandma Valya was embarrassed, adjusting the corner of her shawl.

«You’ve done so much good for me, I can’t not thank you.»

«Well, then we agree. The pie is for your care of yourself. Deal?» Natalya squinted mischievously.

«Deal,» the grandmother nodded, laughing. Her laughter was quiet, but so genuine that Natalya involuntarily smiled in response.

From that moment, their meetings became regular. Grandma Valya increasingly visited not just for meat, but simply to talk. Natalya, noticing that the old lady looked refreshed, realized that their interaction was beneficial not only to herself but also to the grandmother.

«Natasha, imagine, I made borscht the other day, so tasty! The cats almost knocked over the pot, thinking it was for them,» the grandmother laughed, telling her story.

«What do you expect, grandma? You got them hooked on meat! Now they’re after the soup,» joked Natalya.

 

Their conversations filled her day with warmth. And it seemed that even other customers, standing in line, began to smile, listening to them.

In late December, Natalya decided to prepare a surprise. She not only prepared the usual package of trimmings for the grandmother but also added a piece of pork, a couple of chicken drumsticks, and a packet of flour.

When the grandmother saw this, she was flustered.

«Natasha, what are you doing? There’s so much here… Why?»

«It’s almost New Year, grandma. You have to meet it with treats,» Natalya replied, handing over the package.

«You… I…,» the grandmother even teared up. «Now it’s not just New Year for me, it’s a whole feast. Thank you, dear.»

As the grandmother left, Natalya watched her for a long time, feeling her heart filled with warmth. She remembered how it all started with one little girl asking for food for cats. And now, this help had turned into friendship.

One day, Natalya brought the grandmother a new surprise: a photo album and a pack of colored paper.

«What’s this?» the grandmother was surprised.

«I wanted to suggest you try crafts. I saw how it engages children in kindergarten. And I think you can do it just as well,» said Natalya.

«Why?» the old lady wondered, holding the album close to her chest.

«For joy. For yourself, and to show the neighbors that a person lives not by soup alone,» Natalya winked.

Grandma Valya agreed with a smile. A week later, she brought her first crafts to the shop: bright cards decorated with paper flowers. Natalya admired them with amazement.

«Grandma, you’re a master!» she exclaimed. «Maybe you should start a club?»

«Oh, stop it,» the grandmother shyly waved her hand. «I just wanted to thank you for everything.»

Natalya, looking at the grandmother, felt that even such small things could change lives. And perhaps, not just one.

He came to visit the orphanage and couldn’t believe his eyes. There was his daughter.

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Kirill sat in his office, surrounded by various awards and certificates from the city and region, symbolizing his success and always reminding him of his achievements. Outside, it was getting dark, and the light from car headlights reflected off the glass showcases of the stores he owned. At his age, many are still searching for themselves, but Kirill, at 30, was already a successful businessman.

Besides the stores, the man owned a charitable foundation that helped children. His favorite work brought him pleasure. Although Kirill had no family, he did not feel lonely.

 

In the orphanage, they nicknamed him «the kind one.» Kirill himself was a graduate of this orphanage. As a child, he ended up in the orphanage where they didn’t always have nice gifts or sweets for holidays. This required investors, but it wasn’t always possible to find them. And so, after graduating from the orphanage and getting on his feet, he began to help children who ended up there through no fault of their own.

One day, when Kirill visited the orphanage again, the educators greeted the man with joy, but the atmosphere was oddly quiet, unlike usual. His attention was drawn to a girl he had not seen before, quietly playing at a table while the other children seemed to avoid her.

«Daddy, daddy, you’ve returned!» the girl shouted, seeing Kirill.

The man froze in surprise. The children had never called him that before. The educators were also confused. However, the girl knew Kirill’s name. Every child in the orphanage knew of the man, but she was new, and this was their first meeting.

«Sorry, she’s new and hasn’t settled in yet,» said one of the educators. But Kirill wasn’t listening to her; his mind was blank.

The girl paid no attention to the adults’ confusion. She continued to reach for Kirill, adding, «Mom told me you would come back. When are we going to see Mom?»

Kirill had not felt such a mix of concern and anxiety for a long time. He was curious why this girl specifically had thrown herself at him while the other children showed no such interest. Normally, all the children would run to him as soon as they saw him at the door.

«Are you sure you’re not confusing me with someone else?» asked Kirill, trying to hide his agitation.

The girl just shrugged, unsure how to explain the situation: «Yes, of course, Mom always told me about you, that you’re a good person and you’d come back for me.»

He couldn’t just leave. Kirill was curious about who this girl was and how she ended up in the orphanage. This was a first for him.

A few days later, when his emotions had calmed down, the man decided to visit the orphanage again. He couldn’t stop thinking about this girl.

The head of the orphanage told him that the girl’s name was Anya. She was introverted and didn’t talk much with other children. She didn’t say much about her family. Her mother had placed her in the orphanage, claiming she was very ill and no one would be able to look after the child if something happened to her. Anya had no other relatives or close people.

«By the way, it might seem strange, but her middle name is Kirillovna. But it might just be a coincidence.»

«Could it really be a coincidence?» Kirill wondered. He didn’t know what to do. It seemed a mature man who had built not just one company and was in good financial standing could not be thrown off by meeting a little girl.

Upon obtaining documents, it turned out that the girl had been brought directly from the hospital where her mother was lying. Being in the ward, she had written a refusal to keep her child. Kirill took the address of the hospital and went there.

Entering the chief doctor’s office, Kirill explained the entire situation. He asked about the woman who had given up her child. Petr Sergeevich recalled this woman and said that she was no longer alive. Her disease was at a very severe stage, and they couldn’t help her. The doctor handed over copies of this woman’s documents and said he couldn’t help further.

The woman in the passport photo seemed familiar…

On the way home, small fragments of that meeting in the club began to surface. Dasha was sitting in a corner, quiet and modest. She wasn’t like the club girls who usually threw themselves at Kirill, knowing about his status and that he was single. Kirill himself approached the girl for an introduction, which was an unusual step for him. They quickly found a common language, and their communication was easy. Daria didn’t even know who Kirill was and was unaware of his financial status.

 

They got closer, and one day Daria stayed the night at Kirill’s. The next day, Kirill urgently had to fly to another city for work. He was gone for several months, and he had forgotten about Dasha, as there were always many women around him. He was quite the ladies’ man and never took fleeting relationships seriously.

«Could this really be my daughter, but we only had one night together with Dasha…» These thoughts haunted him. «Why didn’t she call, why didn’t she tell me?» He would never get an answer to these questions.

The next day, Kirill went to the hospital again to talk to the nurses who had seen Dasha every shift.

There, he found one woman who was closer to Daria than anyone. She told him that the girl was incredibly strong despite her illness. She wanted only one thing — to survive for her daughter’s sake. But when she began to feel herself fading, she decided to leave her child at the orphanage.

She was sure that the girl’s father would find her. Apparently, she knew something.

«If Dasha found out who I am, then why didn’t she sue for child support? Why didn’t she ask for help? After all, by giving the child specifically to this orphanage, she knew I would eventually show up there.» — Kirill asked himself these questions but couldn’t find an answer.

Returning to the office, Kirill began gathering information about Dasha and Anya. Having connections in different structures, he found out that the girl was registered as a single mother. The child had no father from birth. Daria had no parents either. Everything seemed extremely strange.

To dispel doubts and close this topic, Kirill decided to do a DNA test with this girl. The result showed a 94% match. Now he knew for sure that this was his child, and Anya was not mistaken.

Kirill had many thoughts — joy, anxiety, worry. He knew that his life would never be the same as it was before. Kirill knew what it was like to live without parents.

The man was ready for almost anything, but not for the appearance of a child he had never suspected. He went back to the orphanage to see and talk to the child. He remembered the moment when she first screamed «daddy, daddy.»

Entering the children’s room, Anya sat on the bed, thoughtfully looking out the window. She wasn’t waiting for him.

Kirill approached the girl and placed his hand on her shoulder.

«You came back. Will you take me home this time? Just don’t say Mom didn’t tell you anything. You were supposed to take me. Mom couldn’t have lied to me.» — the girl said with less joy, as if knowing that Kirill wouldn’t take her.

«Hello, sweetie. This time I’ll take you home, don’t worry. Mom told me everything.»

For the first time, the girl hugged her father. This was her last hope for a happy life.

Adopting a Toddler: The Shoсking Moment My Husband Yelled, ‘We Have to Take Him Back!’ During His First Bath

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After years of struggling with infertility, we decided to adopt a charming 3-year-old named Sam, who had captivating ocean-blue eyes. However, an unexpected turn of events occurred when my husband, while preparing to bathe Sam, suddenly burst out of the bathroom, exclaiming, «We have to take him back!» His reaction baffled me until I noticed an unusual mark on Sam’s foot. What I thought would be a joyous addition to our family ended up exposing deep fissures in our marriage. Reflecting on it now, I understand that some blessings are cloaked in sorrow, and life’s timing can be oddly ironic.

 

«Feeling anxious?» I inquired as we drove to the adoption agency.

I fiddled with the small blue sweater I had purchased for Sam, our soon-to-be son. The material felt extraordinarily soft under my touch, and I pictured him wearing it.

«Anxious? No,» Mark responded, although his grip on the steering wheel betrayed his tension. «I just want to get there already. This traffic isn’t helping.»

He tapped rhythmically on the dashboard, a habit that had become more pronounced recently.

«You’ve double-checked the car seat multiple times,» he said with a half-hearted laugh. «Looks like you’re the one who’s anxious.»

«I am,» I admitted, smoothing out the sweater again. «We’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.»

The adoption process had been exhaustive, primarily managed by me while Mark concentrated on his business. The endless paperwork, home evaluations, and interviews had consumed countless months. Initially, we aimed to adopt a baby, but facing long waitlists, we broadened our search.

That was when I stumbled upon Sam’s photo—a three-year-old with a smile bright enough to melt hearts and eyes that mirrored the clear summer sky.

His mother had left him, and something about his melancholic smile touched me deeply—perhaps it was destiny.

«Look at this little one,» I showed Mark the photo on my tablet one evening. The soft blue light washed over his face as he peered at it.

His tender smile told me he was as taken with Sam as I was. «He seems wonderful. Those eyes are remarkable.»

«But are we ready for a toddler?»

«We’re more than ready. No matter the child’s age, I know you’ll be an amazing mother,» he reassured me, squeezing my shoulder as we gazed at the photo together.

We proceeded with the adoption, and after an agonizing wait, the day came to bring Sam home. At the agency, Ms. Chen, the social worker, led us to where Sam was playing in a small room, intently building a tower with blocks.

«Sam,» she said gently, «do you remember the nice couple we told you about? They’re here to see you.»
I crouched beside him, my heart pounding with excitement. «Hello, Sam. That’s a fantastic tower you’re building. May I join in?»

He looked at me thoughtfully for a few seconds before nodding and passing me a red block. His small act of trust felt monumental, like the dawn of a new chapter in our lives. The ride home was serene. Sam held tightly to a plush elephant we’d given him, occasionally emitting little trumpet sounds that made Mark laugh softly. I glanced back at him in his car seat, overwhelmed by the reality of his presence.

Once home, I began to unpack the modest bundle of Sam’s belongings. His duffle bag was deceptively light, as if it were hard to believe it held a child’s entire world.

“I’ll bathe him,” Mark suggested from the doorway, a tentative offer in his voice. “You can take your time setting up his room just right.” “Perfect!” I responded, grateful for his initiative. “Oh, and use the bath toys we got for him.”

 

They headed toward the bathroom, and I hummed softly while organizing Sam’s new clothes. Placing each small sock and shirt into the dresser made everything feel incredibly real. But this tranquil moment was abruptly shattered.

“WE NEED TO TAKE HIM BACK!”

Mark’s outcry stunned me. Rushing into the hallway, I saw Mark, pale as a ghost.

“What do you mean, take him back?” I stammered, clutching the doorframe for support. “We can’t just return him like a mismatched pair of shoes!”

Mark paced back and forth, his hands weaving through his hair, his breaths short and uneven. “I realized…I can’t see him as my son. This was a mistake.”

“How can you say that?” My voice broke with emotion. “You were just laughing with him, making those elephant sounds!”

“It’s just hitting me now—I can’t connect with him,” he muttered, avoiding my gaze, his hands shaking.

“You’re being cruel!” I exclaimed, pushing past him to the bathroom.

Inside, Sam looked vulnerable and perplexed, clutching his elephant tightly to his chest while sitting in the tub, still fully clothed except for his socks and shoes. “Hey there, champ,” I managed to say cheerfully, my heart sinking. “Let’s get you cleaned up, shall we? Does Mr. Elephant want to join?”

Sam shook his head. “He doesn’t like the water.”

“That’s alright. He can stay dry here,” I reassured him, placing the toy on the counter. “Let’s lift those arms up, buddy.”

As I helped Sam out of his clothes, I froze. There, on his left foot, was a distinct birthmark. It was uncannily similar to one I had seen countless times on Mark’s foot during our summer pool days—a unique mark in the same exact place.
My hands shook as I gently washed Sam, my thoughts swirling in a tumult of disbelief and suspicion.

«You’ve got magic bubbles,» Sam observed, his finger dancing through the foam that I had absentmindedly squirted into the bath.

«They’re extra special today,» I replied absently, watching him splash. His innocent smile, once just his, now seemed to carry traces of my husband’s.

Later that evening, after settling Sam into his new bed, I approached Mark in our room. The space between us on our large bed felt like miles.

«Sam’s birthmark—it’s identical to yours.»

Mark paused, his watch in hand, and let out a strained chuckle that sounded more like shattering glass. «It’s just a coincidence. Lots of people have birthmarks.»

«I think we should get a DNA test,» I insisted.

«That’s absurd,» he retorted, turning away sharply. «You’re overthinking because of the stress.»

However, his dismissive attitude only deepened my suspicions. The next day, while Mark was at work, I collected a few strands of his hair and a cheek swab from Sam. I told Sam it was to check for cavities.

The waiting period was torturous. Mark became more withdrawn, often staying late at work, while Sam and I bonded deeply. He started to call me «Mama,» which filled me with both joy and a heartbreaking sense of foreboding.

We settled into a cozy routine of morning pancakes, bedtime stories, and afternoons spent collecting treasures—leaves and shiny rocks—during our walks to the park.

When the DNA results finally came, confirming my fears, I was devastated. Mark was indeed Sam’s biological father. I confronted Mark with the evidence one evening.

 

«It was just one night,» he confessed, broken. «I was drunk at a conference. It never occurred to me… I never even knew her name.»

«And you never thought to mention it?» My voice was icy. «Even as I struggled with infertility treatments, each failure breaking my heart?»

The next day, I met with a lawyer named Janet. She was sympathetic and confirmed that as Sam’s legal adoptive mother, I had full parental rights.

That evening, I told Mark, «I’m filing for divorce and seeking full custody of Sam.»

«Please, Amanda—»

«I need honesty, Mark, not pleas. You chose to hide the truth.»

He didn’t contest the divorce, and it proceeded swiftly. Sam, for his part, adapted better than I expected, though he occasionally asked about his dad.

I reassured him, «Sometimes adults make mistakes, but it doesn’t mean they don’t love you.»

Over the years, Mark remained distant, sending only birthday cards and the occasional email. People often asked if I regretted my decision to keep Sam. I never did.

Sam was no longer just an adopted child; he was my son. Despite the betrayals and the complexities, I had chosen to love him unconditionally, a commitment I promised never to break—except perhaps to his future spouse.

The rich man persuaded a poor boy to marry his daughter. A strange lesson that will last a long time.

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Despite his status and financial situation, Yegor Petrovich always rose with the first rays of the sun, adhering to the belief that «the early bird catches the worm.» Even today, on his fiftieth birthday, the man did not stray from his long-established habit. Yegor Petrovich did some exercises, took a shower, and dressed in his everyday clothes: trousers with creases, a crisply ironed shirt, and an understated knitted sweater. Smiling at his reflection in the mirror, he strutted confidently and walked into the living room, where his beloved wife and daughter were waiting for him. A huge cake with fifty candles was set on the table for the occasion.

«Happy Birthday, Daddy!» exclaimed Alina, throwing herself around her father’s neck.

His beloved wife, Lenochka, with whom Yegor Petrovich had spent many happy years in marriage, joined the embrace shortly after.

«Thank you, my dears! I’m so pleased! What a celebration you’ve organized! I’m at a loss for words!» Yegor Petrovich said, moved to tears, as his mind involuntarily returned to events nearly thirty years ago. Back then, at the age of twenty-three, a tiny cake on his table was hardly comparable to this magnificent culinary creation. At that time, the young man led a very poor existence and could not afford to live in a spacious house located in an elite cottage settlement.

Despite the fact that his father was a wealthy man during his lifetime, young Yegor rarely had extra money. This was because his father, Pyotr Vasilyevich, left his eldest son practically nothing when drafting his will. Officially, he handed over to his son a loss-making car repair shop on the outskirts of the city, which had long fallen into disrepair and ceased to be profitable. Meanwhile, the businessman himself had an entire network of gas stations and repair shops throughout the city, which brought him stable and high income.

Unfortunately, this financial empire, after the father’s last will, passed into the hands of Yegor’s younger brother, Maxim. Naturally, deep down, it was very painful for the young man that his father had deprived him so much when drafting the will. At that time, he did not know why this was the case and preferred not to be unnecessarily upset due to his youth.

Maxim, Yegor’s younger brother, besides being smaller, did not excel at work, preferring a leisurely and fun life free from financial problems. He loved visiting nightclubs and restaurants more than anything, spending parental money in amounts unimaginable for an ordinary person. Maxim and Yegor were about the same age, and few knew that the elder brother was actually his adopted sibling.

It turned out that Pyotr Vasilyevich and Darya Ivanovna could not have children for a long time, and when they finally despaired, they decided to adopt a child from an orphanage. Of course, the choice was agonizing and deliberate, as the head of the family understood that, given his financial situation and status, it was extremely important to have an heir who would take over the business after his departure and not give competitors the slightest chance.

Among all the adoption profiles, the wealthy parents chose little Yegorka, who, despite being born into a good family, became an orphan by a cruel twist of fate. The boy’s real parents died in a horrific car accident, which brought their three-year-old son to the walls of the orphanage. The tragic fate of his parents was only averted because, at that moment, he was in the nursery group of a kindergarten.

At first, when little Yegorka found himself in the family of his adoptive parents, he was surrounded by unearthly tenderness and care… But then, when Darya Ivanovna, to her astonishment, found out that she was pregnant, the attitude towards the boy changed dramatically. The birth of little Maxim drew a distinct line between the native son and the adopted one. Yegor lacked nothing, but still, he involuntarily felt a certain chill coming from his parents…

If the boys received gifts for New Year, Maxim’s were always better and more expensive than his older brother’s. The same was true for clothes and everything else. When Yegor graduated from school, his father advised him to apply to university on his own.

«Why are you looking at me like that, Yegor? If I help you with everything, you will never become a real man,» Pyotr Vasilyevich explained, while demonstratively giving his younger son money to take a girl to a cafe and the cinema.

«Alright, dad… Of course… I will prepare for admission,» Yegor meekly responded then.

His father passed away when the young man was twenty-two. It goes without saying what a blow this was for the unfortunate young man. While his younger brother slept off another night of revelry, Yegor helped his mother organize the funeral and the memorial dinner. At that moment, the young man hardly thought about the inheritance or anything related to his father’s will. But a month after the father’s death, when the notary public announced the last will, tears welled up in Yegor’s eyes…

«How could you do this, daddy? … Why did you treat me this way? And why do I now need this half-ruined car repair shop on the outskirts of the city?» the young man thought, trying not to notice the gloating expression on his younger brother’s face, who at eighteen became a millionaire, now owning nearly half the city.

 

Aloud, of course, Yegor did not express his disappointment but bore the resentment in silence. However, after his father treated him that way, the young man could not stay in his parents’ home and rented a room on the outskirts of the city. Maxim, on the occasion of his inheritance, threw a lavish banquet for a hundred people and partied for three days straight, dousing all the guests with champagne and expensive wine.

Meanwhile, his elder brother tried to bring the car repair shop, bequeathed to him by his father, into order. Initially, upon seeing it, the young man’s hands simply dropped. It was an old, dilapidated building with broken windows and peeling, partially faded paint on the window frames and door… The room was drafty, and it was as cold as in a cellar… Trying to find money for repairs, Yegor approached his younger brother with this request.

«I would gladly help… But I don’t have any free money right now… I’ve put everything into the business… I’m developing a promising direction, bro… So, come by some other time, alright?» Maxim responded.

Yegor, who didn’t even get a chance to tell his brother that he would return the money with any interest, left with nothing. Since childhood, the young man felt that there was a huge difference between him and his younger brother in the eyes of their parents.

«And how am I worse than Maxim? Maybe I didn’t turn out as handsome? Or did I not meet your expectations?» Yegor thought sadly, returning to his car repair shop.

At the same time, he was repeatedly offered to sell the building for a purely symbolic payment… But Yegor, honoring the memory of his late father, even dying of hunger, would not have agreed to this.

«Why do you need these ruins, boy? After all, you don’t have the money for restoration anyway… But with it, we could turn your workshop into an elite auto service…» competitors told Yegor.

But our hero was resolute and firmly stood his ground. Yegor tried to take out a loan at the bank, but due to the low financial status of the client, he was denied. And then, the young man decided to raise his business by his own efforts. Of course, he could not combine work at the car repair shop with university studies, so he chose the former and gave up all hopes of obtaining a higher education.

Making such a fateful decision in his life, the young man began to repair cars in a damp, unheated room at his own risk and peril. Initially, there were very few clients. But everyone who, one way or another, turned to Yegor for help, remained satisfied with the services and the quality of the work performed. As is known, word of mouth works much more effectively than any advertising. Therefore, grateful clients began to recommend the small workshop on the outskirts of the city to all their acquaintances.

Little by little, by his own efforts, the young man repaired the workshop and purchased new equipment. Then, he expanded the premises and hired a couple of skilled auto mechanics. Business picked up, gradually increasing its turnover. That’s when competitors and enemies of Yegor stopped laughing. And the young man, working up to the seventh sweat, intensified his efforts, got on his feet, and expanded his business. After all, bloodied hands, elbow-deep in car grease, and chronic sleep deprivation and fatigue were a very high price for his hard-earned success.

 

And when Yegor managed to save enough money to open a second car repair shop, his mother died, saying such shocking words to the young man before her death.

«Son… Forgive us, your father and I… We never told you… Basically, you’re adopted… I’m about to die soon… So I decided to confess… I’ve lived with this all my life… Endured… And now, it’s like a stone has fallen from my heart,» the old woman whispered, dying from an incurable disease.

«Thank you, mommy! There’s no one closer or dearer to me than you… After all, a real mother is not the one who gave birth, but the one who raised you,» Yegor whispered through tears, holding the thin hand of the sick woman.

Soon after, his mother was gone, and it was the last time the elder son saw her alive. But now, realizing that he was adopted, the young man understood why his father had been so cold to him. And this discovery gave him the strength and energy to continue working…

Meanwhile, his younger brother systematically squandered the parental fortune, amassing substantial sums for alimony and divorce proceedings. At the same time, Maxim did not work a single day, preferring the noise and revelry of the nightclub to the stuffy office atmosphere.

When Yegor turned twenty-four, Elena appeared in his life, becoming his faithful wife and helper for all the following years. Lena grew up in a poor family and, falling madly in love with Yegor, devoted her entire life to him. The young people recognized the sincerity of each other’s feelings, played a modest wedding, and led a quiet family life. A year later, the couple had a lovely little girl, whom the loving parents named Alina…

The birth of their daughter only spurred Yegor on to new achievements, and by the age of thirty-five, he earned his first million. Further, there was more… The smart and far-sighted young man restored himself at the university and graduated with honors. Having knowledge and money in hand, Yegor began to invest them in real estate and other profitable business projects.

 

By this time, his younger brother Maxim had completely squandered the parental fortune and, living below the poverty line, turned to Yegor for help.

«Sorry, bro, but I don’t have any free money right now… If you want, I can offer you a mechanic’s position in one of my auto services,» Yegor responded, who had not forgotten the royal generosity his brother had shown him many years ago.

Not wanting to repeat the mistake of his parents, the newly minted millionaire raised his daughter Alina with strictness, implying the absence of any kind of extravagance. Of course, this did not mean that the girl lacked anything or lived in a monastic cell. Just Yegor, from childhood, instilled in the girl a love for labor, so that she would not turn into a capricious princess, tirelessly squandering her parents’ money. Instead, she became a sweet Cinderella, understanding the value of earned money and that, at any moment, the fairy-tale carriage could turn into a pumpkin.

By the age of sixteen, despite the presence of servants in the house, Alina already knew how to cook beautifully, was familiar with a mop and washing machine. And now, as the girl turned twenty-one, her father realized it was time to think about her marriage. The thing was that business partners had repeatedly hinted to Yegor Petrovich that they would not mind becoming related to him. But the wise businessman did not want to give his daughter away to another representative of the «golden youth,» commonly called «majors» among the people.

He knew that they, just like his younger brother Maxim, were accustomed only to luxury and wealth. Such unions usually lead to the ruin of parents’ capitals or a painful and burdensome divorce process laden with infidelity.

Many of Yegor Petrovich’s companions considered him a stuck-up upstart who did not know what he wanted for his daughter. But this was not the case at all. And some influential businessmen even considered the millionaire’s refusal a personal insult and harbored bitter resentment in their hearts. That’s why today, in the midst of celebrating the fiftieth anniversary, Yegor Petrovich occasionally glanced at his daughter, involuntarily noting her beauty, intelligence, and charm…

«Ah, you need to get married, my dear…,» the man thought, understanding how important a proper marriage is.

The next day, the businessman, as usual, went on a tour of his enterprises and industrial facilities. This work could have been entrusted to his manager, but Yegor Petrovich preferred to do everything himself and did not trust the conduct of business to outsiders. On the way, the businessman stopped by the very car repair shop, bequeathed by his adoptive father and with which his ascent to the financial Olympus had begun.

It still belonged to Yegor Petrovich, so from time to time, he visited there to indulge in moments of nostalgia and pay homage to his past. The businessman, out of habit, mentally greeted the building that made him a millionaire and entered inside.

Looking around, to his surprise, he saw a mechanic sleeping in a corner of the workshop. The young man was in tattered pants, sneakers in need of repair, and a patched-up jacket. At the same time, he was covered from head to toe in grease and machine oil.

«Is he drunk?» the businessman asked his partner in astonishment.

 

«No, Petrovich… This is Danil… He doesn’t drink a drop… An orphan from an orphanage… Has nowhere to live, so he works around the clock in the workshop… Wants to save up for a house… And sleeps in between clients… Don’t scold him… He’s already having a hard time,» the man explained, guiltily looking at the owner.

But Yegor Petrovich had no intention of punishing the young man… Instead, he gently touched his shoulder and gestured for him to come outside. There, after a couple of polite words, the businessman got to the point…

«Danil, I want to make you an offer… How you respond to it will determine your future life. The fact is, I’m looking for a groom for my daughter… I think you could be the one! What do you say?» Yegor Petrovich straightforwardly laid out the essence of the question.

The young man looked at the millionaire in surprise and then said:

«With all due respect to you… I am resolutely against it… I don’t need your money and I want to marry only for love… And now, sorry, I need to go to work.»

Yegor Petrovich thoughtfully watched the departing worker and mentally admired his response. The businessman realized that with such a young man, Alina would certainly not be lost… Yegor Petrovich saw in Danil’s eyes the same spark that once burned in himself… Throughout the entire return journey, the businessman thought only of this young man. Yegor Petrovich was so impressed by his story that he knew he could not let such a candidate slip away.

Returning home, the millionaire called Alina to his office and asked his daughter to take his second car and go to the workshop to change the oil in the engine. Naturally, he did not tell her that he had been there just half an hour ago. The businessman’s calculation was simple… He hoped that Danil would either notice his daughter or, conversely, become reserved and reduce communication with her to a minimum.

Fortunately for the father-millionaire, the first scenario played out and the daughter returned home very late. When Yegor Petrovich asked where she had been, the girl, smiling sweetly, answered that she had met a nice young man working in his workshop. As it turned out, mutual attraction sparked between the young people within the first minutes of communication, engulfing them completely.

From that day on, Alina and Danil started dating, although the girl did not tell the young man who her father really was. After all, more than anything, Alina did not want the young man to think of her as a princess – a white-handed lady who only knew how to spend her parents’ money and shop. But when Danil asked the girl to introduce him to her parents, everything fell into place…

 

Not knowing what to say, Danil looked amazed at the exquisite decor of the living room where Yegor Petrovich and his wife were waiting for him. Looking at the embarrassed young people, the businessman got up from the table and, anticipating their faltering explanations, said:

«I know… What you’re thinking about marriage… I’ll say more… We, your mother and I, are not against it and bless you, my dears, for a long and happy life!»

Hearing the words of the bride’s father, who turned out to be the owner of the workshop where he worked, Danil firmly shook his hand and gently embraced Alina’s mother.

Some time later, the young people played a modest, quiet wedding. Partly, this was due to Danil and Alina’s reluctance to spend money on ostentatious luxury and pomp. Instead, they made the first payment on a mortgage they took out right after the honeymoon. Danil flatly refused help from Yegor Petrovich and, over time, achieved everything on his own.

At first, he became a senior auto mechanic in the workshop, and then, working up to the seventh sweat and bloody calluses on his hands, he became a manager. After the wedding, Yegor Petrovich’s companions often teased him, thinking he had gone mad and given Alina away to a pauper.

«He’ll surely bankrupt you… How can a street boy understand how to run a business? Laughable, and that’s it,» the millionaire’s envious competitors and ill-wishers told him.

But the man, modestly smiling, thought otherwise and knew that his daughter was in safe hands. For, while the daughters and sons of his millionaire friends disappeared for days on end in casinos and nightclubs, Alina and Danil developed and strengthened the family business, inherited by Yegor Petrovich at the cost of incredible efforts and inhuman labor. Subsequently, the size of the business built by the wise businessman and his daughter’s family reached unprecedented proportions and even went beyond the borders of the country… This was explained by the fact that Alina’s son-in-law, like him, had gone all the way from the bottom to the very top and knew the value of human labor and a drop of sweat on the face of a working person.

The sick son of wealthy parents married a simple girl, and she took him to the countryside. After six months, the parents barely recognized their son.

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— Gena, are you absolutely sure about this?

— Mom…

— You do realize she’s only with you for the money, right?

Gennady sighed softly.

— Mom, you are mistaken, but I’m not going to argue with you, because it’s pointless. You can think what you like. We’re not aiming for a lavish wedding.

— Gena, stop it. I’m sure she’s just using you. You know it yourself. This girl…

— Mom, please, don’t continue. Lena and I have known each other for over five years, and we’ve thought this decision through carefully.

— I just want you to understand: no matter what, you are a highly eligible bachelor. Any woman would go for you. You know our status.

Gennady closed his eyes, weary.

— Mom, what’s more important to you—our status or my happiness?

Anna Nikolaevna looked helplessly at her husband.

— Sasha, why are you silent?

Alexander, setting aside his newspaper, smiled.

— Anna, you have one trait: you only remember me when you hit a dead end. Otherwise, you make all the decisions yourself, for 27 years now. By the way, when your decisions lead to problems, you always blame me.

Anna Nikolaevna squinted.

— Are you finished? Now say something relevant.

— Gena is an adult and sensible man. I don’t see why we should obstruct his marriage to Lena. She seems quite decent.

 

— What do you mean, decent! There can’t be decent people without money nowadays.

— You didn’t always have money either, ever think about that?

Anna Nikolaevna was clearly on the verge of exploding.

— Sasha, you are irresponsible! Our son is about to ruin his life!

— Calm down. Nothing terrible is happening. He will continue his treatment, and maybe his young wife will even have a positive influence on him. I can’t understand what you’re so upset about.

Anna Nikolaevna stormed out of the room, while Gennady struggled to his feet.

— Thanks, Dad.

— How are you feeling?

— Fine, don’t worry.

When Gena was 17, something strange happened to him, and the doctors couldn’t accurately diagnose it. They switched from one assumption to another, but the treatment only helped partially. As one professor said:

— It feels like your son has lost the ability to resist diseases. If it were the last century, I’d say it’s some sort of curse. But we live in the modern world, so all we can do is throw up our hands and watch.

Alexander knew that not all problems could be solved with money, but still spent large amounts on treatment in the best clinics until Gennady asked:

— Please, let me rest. I’ve forgotten what our house looks like, and when I last slept in my own bed.

Unexpectedly, his mother, who had insisted on various treatments, supported her son:

— Sasha, maybe we really should let Gena rest? We’ll follow the doctors’ recommendations.

Alexander waved it off. He would argue if he saw even the slightest improvement. But there wasn’t any. At home, Gena actually felt better: his appetite returned, and he even gained a little weight.

Since then, he was hospitalized twice a year for examinations, then returned home with new medical recommendations.

Gena eventually graduated from university, largely thanks to financial support from his father. It wasn’t that he was a poor student, but regular absences weren’t welcomed, and his health often kept him away.

He and Lena had met during their college years. They had been friends all this time, and only recently Lena had confessed her feelings, which made Gena feel as if wings had sprouted behind his back.

As he had expected, the wedding turned out to be even more lavish than one could imagine. His mother organized such a celebration that it seemed the whole town was invited. Lena smiled all evening, trying not to pay attention to the tense atmosphere.

Relations between Lena’s mother, Galina Ivanovna, and Anna Nikolaevna did not start well. Anna believed that Galina, without proper status and money, should have bowed down to their family. However, this did not happen, and Galina tried to keep her distance from the groom’s parents.

The climax of the evening was the gift-giving. When Lena’s mother announced that she was giving the young couple a small house that had belonged to her grandfather, located in a nature reserve area, Anna Nikolaevna couldn’t hold back:

— My God, how can you present a shack at the edge of the earth as the greatest gift?

Gena looked at his mother:

— Enough, Mom.

— What do you mean, enough, Gena? We can’t change anything now!

After Galina Ivanovna left, Anna immediately turned to her husband:

— Look at her! She’s nobody, yet so full of pride.

A few days after the wedding, Gena told his parents:

— Mom, Dad, Lena and I have decided to live in the house that Galina Ivanovna gave us.

Anna Nikolaevna nearly fainted:

— Are you insane?! Is Lena influencing you like this? She wants to take you away from treatment so you die sooner, and she takes the inheritance!

Alexander frowned:

— What are you saying, Anna? Have you lost your mind?

Anna burst out:

— I think quite rationally! You know that Gennady needs to be under constant medical supervision. He’s planning to move to the wilderness! I won’t allow it!

— We already have the tickets, — Gena calmly replied.

— Well, — Anna said coldly, — in that case, don’t come to me for help anymore. Let your new family take care of you.

— Gen, don’t be mad at Mom, you know her. She’ll come around. If you need anything, call me, I’ll help however I can.

— Thanks, Dad.

— Can you tell me why you decided to go there? Mom is right about one thing—it’s really remote.

Gena smirked:

 

— Dad, you probably won’t believe this, but there are healing springs there. Lena and her mom are sure this place will help me get better. Honestly, I don’t really believe it, but why not try?

— You’re too skeptical. Sometimes what can’t be explained really works. Good luck to you both.

When they arrived at the house, Gena was surprised:

— Everything here is overgrown.

Lena smiled:

— Well, of course, no one has lived here for five years. Don’t worry, we’ll rest and then get to work.

Lena opened the door, and they entered. The house was cozy, almost dust-free, which seemed strange to Gena. He was so tired that he sat down on the sofa and fell asleep within minutes.

For the first time, Lena got the house in order, and Gena helped as much as he could. Surprisingly, he began to feel better, as if he had more energy. A week later, Gena, for the first time in a long time, finished his entire dinner and was amazed:

— I don’t understand how, but I managed to eat it all!

Lena smiled:

— Trust me, miracles happen in these places.

Gena looked at her curiously:

— Why do you say that?

— I used to come here often as a child and saw a lot of unusual things.

— Probably, the local boys chased after you!

— Stop it, — Lena laughed. — By the way, there’s a surprise waiting for you tomorrow!

The next day, something interesting was supposed to be delivered, but Gena couldn’t find out what it was, no matter how much he questioned Lena. They fell asleep with smiles on their faces, happily embracing.

— Sasha, I don’t understand why you’re doing nothing? It’s been six months since Lena took our son away, and you seem indifferent to everything, — grumbled Anna Nikolaevna.

Alexander Semenovich looked up from his papers:

— What do you suggest? Call the rescuers and forcibly bring him home? Don’t forget, he’s now married and has his own life.

Anna Nikolaevna stamped her foot indignantly:

— You’re talking nonsense! He needed to be hospitalized a month ago, but as soon as I start talking about treatment, he immediately insists he’s fine and hangs up. How can he be alright without treatment? — she exclaimed angrily.

Alexander understood that behind her apparent dissatisfaction, Anna was hiding her concern for their son. He put aside the documents and suggested:

— If you’re so worried, let’s visit them. We’ll see how they’re living.

Anna paused for a moment, then smiled:

— That would be wonderful.

— Then pack your bags, I’ll check the route with Gena, and we’ll leave tomorrow morning.

They reached the village just in the evening.

— Lord, what ruins! — sighed Anna Nikolaevna.

Alexander remarked with a smile:

— I like it. Pure nature, no trash, nothing extra. Oh, look, a rabbit just ran by!

Anna watched in astonishment as the rabbit raced ahead of the car:

— This is just like a zoo! I wouldn’t be surprised if bears walk through the yards here.

Sasha laughed.

— Looks like we’re here.

At that moment, the gates swung open, and Gena came out to meet them. Anna Nikolaevna froze in astonishment, and Alexander simply opened his mouth. Before them stood a healthy, robust young man, nothing like the skinny youth of before.

— Mom, Dad, how I’ve missed you! — exclaimed Gena.

They embraced for a long time, and Anna Nikolaevna even teared up.

— Genochka, look how you’ve changed!

— Mom, it’s all thanks to Lena. And also—bees. You wouldn’t believe how fascinating this is.

Lena came out onto the porch, smiling shyly as if glowing from within. She also hugged her husband’s parents.

 

— Thank you, dear. You’ve done what the best doctors couldn’t, — said Anna Nikolaevna with tears in her eyes.

After exchanging pleasantries, they finally unloaded the car and handed over all the gifts. Lena invited everyone to the table. Anna examined the dishes with interest, reminiscent of her childhood: everything looked so tasty and appetizing. Gena brought out a bottle:

— Dad, here’s some homemade mead for you.

Alexander laughed:

— You’re like real masters here, you have everything!

Everyone tried the mead, except for Lena.

Anna Nikolaevna noticed this and said disappointedly:

— What, still upset with us, won’t even drink to our arrival?

Lena blushed:

— I can’t.

Anna looked at Gena in surprise:

— Are you sick?

Gena smiled:

— We’re having a baby. So, Mom, get ready to be a grandmother!

Anna couldn’t understand where all the tears were coming from. They cried, hugged, then cried again. Then, unexpectedly for everyone, Anna resolutely declared:

— That’s it, I’m staying here for a couple of weeks. I need to buy something and help out. Sasha, you’ve been offering me a car for a long time, right? So buy it! And make it big, so I can bring something useful for my grandchild before he arrives. We’ll take Lena to the city, let her give birth in a good clinic.

She would have continued issuing orders, but everyone around laughed. Anna Nikolaevna was a bit embarrassed:

— Well, I just want what’s best!

Lena approached and hugged her:

— I will listen to you. Genka doesn’t understand these matters at all, and I’m a bit scared myself.

Anna smiled and, gently pressing her to herself, said:

— Don’t be afraid, I’m here.

A Little Orphan’s Prayer: «Please Send My Mom,» Then a Voice Says, «I’ll Take You

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A small orphan boy knelt in the quiet of a church, tears streaming down his face as he pleaded with God. “Please, let my mom come back for me,” he whispered, his voice trembling with desperation. Then, just as his cries faded into the stillness, a voice from behind startled him. “I’ll take you,” it said softly.

The pain of abandonment leaves scars that words can barely describe. Six-year-old Alan knew this all too well. Left at a shelter as a baby, he grew up yearning for a mother he’d never known. His young heart clung to hope, and on this day, his prayer became a cry for rescue.

 

“Jesus,” Alan sobbed, his tiny hands clasped tightly, “my nanny told me you answer prayers. I just want my mommy. Please send her to me.”

Nancy, the kind woman who cared for him at the shelter, gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “Alan, darling, calm down. The church is a place of peace.”

But Alan couldn’t stop. The sight of a mother and child entering the church reignited his longing. “Why does she have her mommy, and I don’t?” he asked through sobs, his big, tear-filled eyes fixed on the pair.

Nancy tried to console him, but then came the unexpected voice. “I’ll take you.” Alan and Nancy turned to see the woman and child standing behind them. The woman’s gaze was fixed on Alan, her eyes brimming with tears.

“My boy,” she said softly, “I’ve come for you. I’m your mother.”

Nancy froze in disbelief. “His mother? How do you know his name? What proof do you have?”

The woman, Annette, took out a photograph. It showed her as a teenager holding a newborn baby. “This is Alan. I left him at the shelter six years ago,” she said, her voice breaking.

Nancy’s heart ached as she stared at the picture. “Why would you abandon him?” she asked, struggling to mask her anger.

Annette’s story spilled out in shaky words. At 16, she had fallen pregnant, and when her boyfriend abandoned her, her parents gave her an ultimatum: give up the baby or lose their support. “I wasn’t ready to be a mother,” Annette confessed. “I left Alan at the shelter, thinking it was the best choice for him.”

Though she moved on, Annette could never forget her son. She often visited the church to catch glimpses of him. But today, hearing his cries shattered her resolve to remain distant. “I couldn’t stay away anymore,” she said. “I want to bring him home.”

DNA tests confirmed their bond, and Annette began the process to regain custody. Yet her decision came at a cost. Her parents disowned her, and her husband, Jason, couldn’t accept her choice. “I thought you left the past behind,” he said coldly. “I can’t be a father to someone else’s child.”

Jason filed for divorce, and Annette found herself starting over. She lost her parents’ financial support and her marriage, but she gained what mattered most: her son. Together with Alan and her daughter, Amy, Annette built a new life, free from the shadows of judgment.

“I may have lost everything,” Annette said one day as she tucked Alan into bed, “but I found you. And that makes my life complete.”

In a Russian family, a dark-skinned child was born: Convinced that his wife had cheated on him with someone exotic, the husband packed his things and disappeared.

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When Marina Yuryeva gave birth to a son, her husband Igor was stunned. The child, who was supposed to become the new member of their Slavic family, turned out to be dark-skinned, as if he had just arrived from the shores of Africa. «How is this possible?» Igor thought. His bewilderment turned into suspicion and then into anger. Believing that his wife had cheated on him with someone exotic, he packed his things and left.

 

Marina, who swore to her innocence, was trapped. Doctors merely shrugged, suggesting that ancestral genes might have played a cruel joke. But how could this happen if there had never been such genetic surprises in their lineage?

Rumors and Neighbors’ Guesses Soon, rumors about a local African began to spread in the small town. Fabien, a chemist-technologist from France working on contract at the local factory, became the object of general suspicion. The neighbors gladly pointed to him, and Igor, boiling with rage, went to confront him. He put on a leather jacket, took a crowbar, and, revving his motorcycle’s engine, raced off to find the «homewrecker.»

The Motorcyclist, Attack, and Police Intervention But on the same day, a tragedy happened to Marina. Returning home with her child, she was the victim of an attack. An unknown person pushed her down the stairs and disappeared. Passersby found the woman, and the baby was found in a stroller in the entrance of the building. Passersby called an ambulance, and the police began searching for the assailant.

Witnesses pointed to the motorcyclist. At that time, Igor was already accosting Fabien, demanding he confess to an alleged «affair» with his wife. It was at that moment that the police arrested the jealous husband, suspecting him not only of assaulting the foreigner but also his wife.

Alibi and an Unexpected Twist The next morning, an influential woman—Natalya Rudinskaya, holding a high position in the regional Communist Party committee—came to the police station and provided Igor with an alibi, claiming he was carrying out her orders at the time of the attack. But why was the influential lady so zealously defending her driver? This question remained unanswered.

The Hospital Secret: Where is the Truth? Igor and Marina decided to find out the truth and had blood tests done. The results shocked them: the baby was not their biological child. The tests showed that neither of them could be the parents. Everything pointed to the baby being switched at the hospital.

 

 

Amid these mysterious events, Dr. Evgenia Baryshnikova, who had delivered the baby, died under the wheels of a car. Then, the body of the midwife Irina Sonicheva was found in the hospital. Staff spoke of an «intern» who had appeared the night before the attack.

Fyodor Shapoval and Uncovering the Conspiracy Detectives discovered that the mysterious intern was Fyodor Shapoval, a recidivist with a rich criminal past.

He was hired to eliminate witnesses to cover up the baby switch. During interrogation, Shapoval revealed the name of his employer—Natalya Rudinskaya.

Love, Envy, and Baby Switching It turned out, Natalya Rudinskaya was secretly in love with Igor. She devised a plan to break up his marriage, hoping to have a chance at happiness.

For this, she bribed the hospital staff and insisted on switching the babies. By pushing a dark-skinned child into the family, Rudinskaya hoped Igor would sever relations with his wife. But the situation spiraled out of control, and Natalya began eliminating anyone who could expose her.

The Denouement: Justice Prevails The court delivered its verdicts: Rudinskaya received seven years of imprisonment, and Shapoval was sentenced to the highest punishment. The Yuryevs took their real child back. The dark-skinned baby was adopted by his biological father—the French chemist Fabien.


It turned out that the child’s mother was a local resident who did not want to raise the baby due to fear of social condemnation. She abandoned the child, hiding her maternity.

Epilogue: Love Overcomes Intrigue The story of the Yuryevs is an example of how love and mutual trust can overcome any trials. Despite the malice, intrigue, and dangers, they remained together. And the child, unwittingly a part of this drama, found his family and a new life in France.

Everything could have ended tragically, but thanks to perseverance, justice prevailed.

Rushing to work, the cleaning lady found a basket with a baby in it. Who would have thought that the baby…

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Elvira didn’t like to think about that place, but the gray, government-run walls of the orphanage, the dreary, dirty yard, and the worn swings and benches would never be forgotten. Like many children from the orphanage, she didn’t know her parents; no one ever came for her. As a tiny baby, she was left at the gates, only three or four months old. Therefore, the girl grew up without maternal affection, always unusually pensive, not playing much with peers, mostly keeping to herself, away from everyone. She loved observing nature and grew especially attached to a kitten that somehow found its way to the dining hall. She fed it, stroked its fur, and cared for it as if feeling a kinship, something of her own, in it. She also devoted time to her studies, excelling in school, curious, and reading a lot. Mathematics and the sciences came easily to her; she could mentally calculate complex numbers and even solve difficult equations! Teachers marveled at how she managed it. They praised her, supplied her with various literature and interesting puzzles.

Elvira didn’t care for foolish pranks, silly jokes, or mocking others, and because of this, she was disliked. The girl dreamed of growing up quickly and escaping to freedom, running away from the province to where there were more opportunities for an interesting and fulfilling life. And outwardly, the girl resembled a Turgenev heroine: quiet, modest, with long, almost waist-length, blonde braid, and sad gray eyes. Mean teenagers, who had long given up on school and tried cigarettes and some even alcohol, mercilessly teased her! She only heard: «Nerd! Bore! Think you’ll do well in school and become a millionaire? Fat chance! Bite me! We are nobody’s concern! So why bother?» Elvira often cried, choking on her resentment, but despite all hardships and deprivations, she successfully finished her schooling at the orphanage and was even awarded a certificate for excellent performance. It seemed all roads, all paths were open to her!

Elvira moved to a metropolis with great hope. She had long decided that she would definitely get a higher education, applied to the correspondence department of an economic university, and, having successfully passed the exams, was admitted on a budget! But to exist and support herself, she needed to find a job. She knocked on doors, hoping to land a good position, but they wouldn’t hire her without experience or a diploma! And then, by an advertisement, she barely managed to get a job in an office, and only as a cleaner. Not exactly the job she dreamed of, she was greatly disappointed, but there was no choice. The girl hoped that over time, once she finished her studies, she’d be noticed and offered a better position, the main thing was to get a foothold.

The team she worked with was somewhat disjointed, unfriendly; everyone watched and gossiped behind each other’s backs. The office workers were cool towards Elvira: young, pretty, she already seemed like a threat to them, plus she was studying at the university. She didn’t really like it either, but she had nowhere else to go, money was more important right now. And then the deputy director added fuel to the fire, for him it was important to have his own person in all departments. He tried to involve Elvira in this, as a cleaner was an excellent spy, being everywhere, unnoticed, yet could hear and see a lot! However, the new employee flatly refused to be a snitch, which seriously angered Boris Andreevich, and he only waited for a chance to fire her. The firm was managed by Vitaliy Sergeyevich, an elderly, imposing man who was very meticulous, well-groomed, dressed to the nines, but for some reason wore a ridiculous wig! Apparently, he was embarrassed by his baldness and thought that it made him look younger. The employees simply died of laughter behind his back because he indeed looked comical in it. The employees often discussed in the smoking area that he disliked his son, Roman, always nitpicking him, and he also went for manicures and had rejuvenating masks done, which was also a subject of cruel jokes for many.

Elvira suffered greatly from loneliness, being essentially alone in this huge city, with no one to share with, help, or sympathize with! She desperately wanted to find her parents, look them in the eyes, find out why they had abandoned her? There must be some reason? After all, people don’t just abandon their children? She periodically called and wrote to the director of her orphanage, Fyodor Petrovich, with whom she had a warm relationship, and begged him to help find any traces!

One day, when important negotiations were planned at the company, Elvira heard a baby’s cry on her way to work, not far from her stop. Looking in the direction from where it came, she noticed a basket. Approaching closer, she saw a newborn struggling in swaddling clothes. The girl’s breath caught: «Where is the mother? Not a soul around! Surely abandoned? Oh, what a horror!»

Without a second thought, she took the child and rushed to work. She couldn’t just leave the foundling! She pitied him! She immediately remembered how she had been left at the gates of the orphanage! But that was a shelter, and they would surely accept a child, but to leave one’s own flesh and blood at a stop was simply barbaric, unthinkable to her!

The guard at the gate whistled sharply and was greatly surprised, but still let her pass, grumbling under his breath:

«This has never happened before, bringing breastfed babies to work! Some kind of madhouse! If the boss finds out, we’re all in trouble! But go on, pity the little one, pass quickly, maybe they won’t notice!»

Just then, as luck would have it, the baby cried loudly, Elvira panicked and didn’t know how to calm him. The baby was obviously hungry and very cold. And at that very moment, the unpleasant Boris Andreevich himself walked into the building! A whole delegation on business production matters was about to arrive and seeing the girl with a crying infant in her arms, he literally boiled over:

«This is just too much! Not only do you fail to cope with your duties, work carelessly, but you also came with a child, set up a nursery here! This is completely out of line! Got knocked up, did you? I’ll fire you without severance pay!» he yelled, reddening and foaming at the mouth, pointing a finger at the infant.

Scared Elvira didn’t know what to say, only managing to explain in a disjointed manner:

«Excuse me, Boris Andreevich! You misunderstood. This isn’t my child. Don’t shout so loudly, he’s already crying, you’re scaring him even more! He needs to be fed. Understand, I was on my way to work, and there he was by the bus stop, lying in a basket, crying. All alone! And nobody was around! What was I supposed to do, just leave him there? I felt sorry for the little one!»

But these excuses only enraged the deputy more, and he didn’t hold back in his expressions:

«Look at this, she even lies! Don’t you dare talk back to me! What a shameless, gallivanting girl! So, I am supposed to feed your brat now? Look at you… playing Mother Teresa here!»

Elvira was utterly distraught, rocking and trying to calm the baby while crying herself, not knowing what to do! At that moment, the company’s owner appeared at the gatehouse. He had been watching the scene through a surveillance camera in his office and saw how his deputy was mocking and humiliating the poor girl in front of everyone. The owner was so shocked and enraged that he even ripped off his wig in anger. He decided to immediately intervene and put an end to this autocracy.

In a quiet voice that boded nothing good for the deputy, Vitaliy Sergeyevich said:

«What is this, Boris, why are you behaving so disgracefully towards the employees? Allowing yourself to humiliate and insult? Who gave you the right? Can’t you see, this is an extraordinary situation, a force majeure! And after all – it’s a child, he needs help, and quickly, yet here you are swearing!»

He looked fatherly and warmly at Elvira, then at the child:

«So, tell me, what happened? Where did you find the baby?»

Elvira calmed down, stopped crying, and told him everything about how and where she found the abandoned baby, and added at the end:

«You can fire me, but I don’t regret my actions for a second. That’s not what we should be thinking about now. The baby is clearly hungry and cold. I don’t even have anything with me for him… Who knows what happened to his mother and why he was left in the middle of the street? Maybe something bad happened to her? Anything can happen in life! You can see he was just born, not even a month old! What should we do? I feel so sorry for him! Such a tiny thing, and already unwanted, just like I was!»

Her sincere emotions touched those around her. They were moved, and the eyes of Vitaliy Sergeyevich from the company even welled up!

He immediately, without wasting time, instructed the head of security to take the child to a nursery. Furthermore, he ordered to buy everything necessary for the baby for the time being. Elvira was heartbroken to let go of this little bundle; her heart was tearing apart. With regret, she handed over the baby and waved goodbye to him, thinking to herself: «I wish you, little one, that your mommy finds you! Be happy!»

After this incident, to everyone’s delight, the harmful deputy was transferred to a smaller branch on the outskirts of the city. All the employees understood that this was akin to exile, and now Boris Andreevich was about to start tough weekdays and work without weekends. But few felt sorry for him, as the deputy had intentionally pitted colleagues against each other and caused strife in the team. With his departure, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, it became morally easier to work.

The director did not forget about the foundling and, using his connections in the police, found his mother. When he was informed who it was, he nearly lost his speech and clutched his heart! It was unbelievable, but the baby was abandoned by Roman’s, the son of Vitaliy Sergeyevich, fiancée, Alisa! The director and his son rushed to the wayward mother that same day to find out everything! What had driven her to such a horrendous act? After all, Alisa was not a poor girl but very reckless! Roman met her by chance at a party with mutual friends, and could not resist, so bright and charismatic was this beauty! How she danced, everyone clapped and shouted «Bravo!» Their relationship was passionate and swift, but the lovers were completely different and often quarreled. The girl wanted freedom, thrill, and the feeling of flight! But Roman was a serious guy, worked a lot, and actually disliked partying, attending entertainment events very rarely and only for a special occasion. Soon the fiancé grew tired of the bride’s frivolous and fickle nature, and they broke up completely. He didn’t even suspect that Alisa was pregnant!

When Vitaliy Sergeyevich and Roman finally got through to Alisa, she reluctantly opened the door. The men entered the well-furnished apartment. The hostess was sitting in the kitchen, absently stirring a spoon in her coffee cup. Roma had never seen Alisa so depressed and shattered! He tried to appeal to her conscience:

«Alisa, how could you? Why didn’t you tell me you were pregnant? I would have helped, even if we were no longer together! Why did you have to leave your own child at a bus stop? What kind of mother are you after that? Such cruelty is just unimaginable!»

The woman suddenly jumped up as if scalded, and screamed at the top of her lungs:

«What are you doing here? To lecture me? You, Roma, dumped me, so why do I need this child! I only regret one thing, that I carried it to the end and didn’t get an abortion on time! When I came back from the maternity hospital with him, such despair fell upon me! If anything, his name is Artem. He screamed day and night, as if he was being cut, I thought I would go mad! So I took him as far away as possible! I’m still young and want to live! A child is such a burden! I would be tied down for life, no freedom! Get out, both of you, I don’t want to see anyone!»

Unable to bear it any longer, the father sharply replied:

«You’re a worthless woman, Aliska, heartless and dry as a cracker! I thought maybe something happened to you, and the child ended up on the street by accident, but you… It turns out you wanted to get rid of him..»

At home, during a family council, it was decided to take Artemka into the family and raise him themselves! It was unseemly for their own little blood to shuffle through orphanages! The director’s wife, Svetlana Petrovna, insisted on getting a DNA test just in case. Alisa was a promiscuous woman; they needed to be sure that this was their own grandson! The results came back positive, now everyone was reassured, they hired a professional nanny, and Artemka finally found a family! Roman adored his son and now devoted all his free time to him. Svetlana Petrovna made sure that her grandson had everything best, loved him dearly, as he was so much like Roma! Alisa, without any remorse, signed away her rights to her baby and plunged into debauchery! Maternal instinct never woke up in her, alas!

News about this immediately spread through the company, and everyone gossiped about it, except the lazy! Many respected Elvira for such a noble act, and she even received a bonus. But a better position was not offered, and she continued to clean offices.

Roman Vitalyevich, the son of the director, whom the father had so disliked, was temporarily appointed in place of Boris Andreevich. Elvira was even curious to see him, having heard so much about him indirectly. To her surprise, the new deputy turned out to be a very pleasant young man, tall, handsome, and very charismatic. Usually, cleaners are taken for granted, and Elvira was used to this, but the director’s son, upon entering the building, always greeted her warmly, and smiled charmingly, even adding, «Have a good day, Elvira!» or just joking. And from this, something felt so good inside! They started with exchanging insignificant phrases, and then gradually began to talk.

And then something happened that Elvira couldn’t fathom! Roman Vitalyevich summoned her to his office! She walked to the office, a bit nervous: «Why does he need me? We have no business to discuss by status, it seems I haven’t messed up anywhere. Quite the mystery of the century!»

Elvira knocked and quietly asked:

«Excuse me, Roman Vitalyevich, did you call for me? Is something wrong?»

The deputy was very thoughtful and serious, and pointed to a chair:

«Please, Elvira, take a seat. I’m facing big problems and I really need your help! I simply can’t do without you!»

Indeed, this day was the most mysterious in Elvira’s life! Later that evening, the director of the orphanage called her and said:

«Good evening, Elvira! I have fulfilled your request and found your mother! This isn’t something to discuss over the phone, so I’m expecting you here!» — and he hung up! Elvira’s heart was ready to burst from her chest, and tears welled up in her eyes:

«My God! Could it really be happening, and will I finally see my mother!»

Elvira’s weekend was restless; she was shaking and quivering, unable to sleep a wink. She sat in the kitchen, drinking bitter coffee, crying, and constantly wondering what her mother was like. Could she be a successful woman, or a destitute alcoholic? Did she have any other children? And how should she act around her, what to say? To ask point-blank: «Why and for what did you abandon me?» That seemed too harsh! But pretending that she had immediately forgiven her seemed unlikely too! And what if she doesn’t want to talk to me at all, then what?

All these thoughts swirled in her head, while tears kept dropping onto the tablecloth…

Finally, it was Monday! Elvira rushed to her orphanage as if on wings, having asked for time off work! The director, Fyodor Petrovich, was already waiting in his office as agreed.

Elvira greeted him:

«Good day, Fyodor Petrovich! How long has it been since we last saw each other? Thank you for responding to my request and finding my mother! I still can’t believe it’s happened. Well, don’t keep me in suspense, tell me, who is she? How can I find her? Will I really see her soon?»

Fyodor Petrovich coughed and fiddled with his glasses:

«Well, sit down, Elvira! Yes, I put a lot of effort into finding out anything about your birth, but I have nothing joyful to tell you. Your mother died a very long time ago, and you were brought to us a little later. Someone told me that your mother’s friend initially took care of you, but then apparently couldn’t handle it, as taking care of an infant is such a responsibility, and she gave you to the orphanage. Here, I’ve written down where you might look for your mother’s grave, and how to find that friend. If she is indeed the one. I can’t guarantee that what I heard is what I’m telling you.»

Everything inside Elvira sank and fell! She had hoped, believed in a miracle, and now it was all… over! She held her head and cried bitterly!

Fyodor Petrovich tried to console her:

«Now, Elvira, stop, don’t tear your soul needlessly! You can’t change anything, there’s nothing you can do! I’ve been working here for many years, yet I’m always amazed. Home kids don’t appreciate their parents, often ignore them! And you, my poor orphans, dream so much of finding them, despite being abandoned! You’re ready to forgive them anything, justify any of their actions, just to have someone close! What a paradox! Poor souls! Well, nothing to do but live on and look forward, not back! You’ll get married, have your own family, and it will be easier. If anyone deserves it, Elvira, it’s you! So don’t grieve, go home! Good luck!»

The girl wiped away her tears and thanked the director:

«Anyway, thank you for everything, Fyodor Petrovich! At least there’s some result! I sincerely thank you for your care and participation. All the best to you too! Goodbye.»

Elvira decided not to go home, but instead went straight to her mother’s grave. She barely found among other graves in the cemetery a tilted tombstone overgrown with grass. No photograph, just a plaque, that’s all! The girl stood as if enchanted, staring at the dates of her mother’s life without looking away! Elvira couldn’t grasp that here lay her closest relative for many years, and she hadn’t even suspected it! The girl quietly cried and spoke aloud: «Mommy! My dear! Forgive me for holding resentment against you all these years and hating you, thinking you were heartless and abandoned me! But it turns out, you gave your life so I could be born! How sad that we will never meet! I miss you so much, I just want to hug you, to hold you close! Forgive me, mommy! I promise I will often come to visit you, tell you everything! I believe you can hear me!»

She felt slightly relieved, at least now Elvira didn’t feel like a stray without a family! She firmly decided to refurbish her mother’s grave and order a monument! It was a tribute to her loved one!

It took a great deal of effort for the girl to find her mother’s friend, the very one who, according to rumors, had taken her to the orphanage. The woman’s name was Antonina and she lived in a small suburban village, just about ten kilometers from the city. Elvira knocked on the gate of an old, shabby house, her heart sinking with apprehension! How to start the conversation and what to say?

An elderly, unkempt woman appeared on the porch. She was very poorly dressed, in a worn and patched robe, with an old tattered jacket on top. It was evident that she was ill, as she coughed harshly and persistently.

Elvira decided to be direct and started with the main question:

«Good day. Are you Antonina?»

The woman nodded and was also surprised:

«Yes, my name is Antonina Ivanovna. And who are you? You’re so young and pretty, and I seem to have seen you somewhere before. Are you from the social security office by any chance?»

«Not at all, my name is Elvira, I am the daughter of Valentina Uvarova. The one you reportedly personally took to the gates of the orphanage! I need to talk to you!»

The woman’s face suddenly changed, paled like linen, and she gestured for the guest to come inside. The house was cramped, full of clutter, and smelled of damp and dust!

The hostess sat down on a chair and began a difficult conversation:

«Yes, my child, there is such a sin upon me, I confess! I thought no one would ever find out about this! But here’s the story. Valentina and I were friends since childhood and grew up together. Valya then trained as a seamstress, and I foolishly went to work on construction. Your mother, Elvira, was a beauty to behold, you look just like her! I don’t know where she met her suitor, but she loved him so much that she was ready to die for him! He swore eternal love to her too, such passion is beyond words. But as soon as your mother got pregnant, that wealthy suitor left her! Doctors advised against giving birth, her heart was weak, but she insisted, absolutely! She really wanted to have a child from her beloved, to leave a memory! But you see, fate would have it otherwise, your mother died in childbirth, and besides me, she had no one! Well, I scraped together some money for the funeral, got into debt. And I did pick you up from the maternity hospital, God, I wanted to adopt you! I felt so sorry for you, I’m an orphan myself, I know life in an orphanage isn’t sweet! But I soon realized that I couldn’t handle it, couldn’t support you! I was paid pennies at work, and if I had quit and stayed home with you, we would have been completely out of luck! And my partner, Stepan, got furious right away, he didn’t want to accept you at all. He said, choose, either me or someone else’s child! He argued, we barely make ends meet, and you bring another mouth to feed! I got scared, and left you at the gates of the children’s home! I know there’s no forgiveness for me! God has punished me, I have no children, never managed to get pregnant no matter how much I tried, Stepa eventually left me anyway, and I lived alone. I’ve thought of you many times, my conscience gives me no peace, although many years have passed! But what can you do, you can’t turn back the past.

Elvira quietly said:

«That’s true, nothing can be brought back! Tell me more about my mother instead, maybe you have her photo? I want to order a monument for her grave, I’d like it to have a photograph.»

Antonina rummaged through a cupboard and pulled out an old photograph. She handed it to Elvira:

«Here, there’s one. Your mother was exactly your age in this photo. See, a beauty? She didn’t need any makeup! No wonder that rich guy lost his head over Valya! Take it, as a keepsake, and forgive me again! You see how I live, as poor as a church mouse! I’m also sick, this cough has really worn me out, it’s unbearable!»

The woman and Elvira warmly said goodbye, the girl managed to forgive her and even gave her some money for medicine. Who knows, perhaps at that moment she really couldn’t have done otherwise. Apparently, it was fate! A photo of her mother now always lay in the girl’s purse, like a talisman!

On her way home, a small, skinny, and ugly puppy with a stubby tail followed her. He looked at her with devoted eyes and whimpered. The girl stamped her feet and clapped her hands several times to drive him away, but to no avail. He only cowered, expecting an inevitable hit, clearly, he often got beaten! Elvira even got angry: «Why are you clinging to me, little one! Leave me alone! I have nothing to feed you and nowhere to take you! The landlady will find out and kick us out right away! She specifically warned, no animals!»

But the puppy did not lag behind at all and followed her to the entrance of her building. Elvira was about to enter the building, but couldn’t bear it, turned around. The puppy sat down comically on its bum and looked at her so pitifully, tears almost in its eyes! The girl felt so sorry for the poor creature, absolutely unbearable! She suddenly thought: «He’s as lonely as I am… how scared he must be, nowhere to go! No one to feed him or take pity on him! Ah, what the heck! In the end, he chose me! So be it.» The girl picked up the dirty little bundle:

«What am I to do with you? Alright, come along! You’ll live with me! If they kick us out, then together! I’ll call you Chernysh!»

Elvira first bathed the puppy, fed him, and made a makeshift bed in the corridor, deciding he would sleep there. To her surprise, when she came out of the shower, she found her guest peacefully snoring on her bed! What’s funny, once cleaned up, the puppy turned out to be snowy white and fluffy! Elvira laughed and threw up her hands:

«Well, there you have it! A snow-white puppy named Chernysh! What an irony!»

She gently moved the little one aside and lay down next to him. He woke up, wagged his stubby tail, and licked her face! It was so touching! Inside, she felt warm and good, as if this little warm bundle was warming her troubled soul! That’s how Elvira got her best and most loyal friend, her beloved Chernysh! Now she had somewhere to rush in the evenings, because her little one was waiting for her! They walked together, played with a stick and a ball, and the girl felt less lonely!

Meanwhile, at the company, things were in turmoil. The director unexpectedly fell ill, after so many years of stress his heart failed, and he was urgently hospitalized in the cardiology department. But business is a harsh matter and without strict control, the company cannot stay afloat for long. They had to involve the son in the company’s management. Although the businessman was very reluctant to do this! The whole matter was that Roman was not his own son. Vitaly Sergeyevich married Sveta when her little son from a first, unsuccessful marriage was already growing up! Vitaly Sergeyevich always treated his stepson coolly, no matter how hard he tried, he could never truly love him as his own! Although the boy grew up well, studied well, and always tried to prove to his father that he was worthy! Occasionally, he would win first place in an olympiad, run home joyfully:

«Mom, Dad, look! The tasks were tough, but I managed! Here, I got first place!»

His mother, as usual, rushed to hug and kiss her child, praised him, while his father merely frowned and said:

«Well done, son, but boasting about it isn’t nice!»

And it was like that every time, no matter what the subject! Roman was always hurt by his father’s lack of affection. He had asked his mother about it many times, and she just felt sorry for the boy, trying to justify her husband:

«You see, son, your father can’t change! That’s just how he is, sometimes harsh! But it only seems that way. In reality, he loves you very much, he just doesn’t show it! After all, he is generally good, doesn’t mistreat us, and doesn’t deny us anything!»

Vitaliy Sergeyevich himself did not know why he distrusted his stepson, but could do nothing about it! Even today, lying in the hospital bed, he couldn’t help but make a biting remark:

«Roman, here’s the thing. As you can see, I’ve been worn down by these ailments, but work can’t wait, you know that. So, I’m entrusting the company to you for a month, on a trial basis! I hope I won’t regret my decision!»

The son was simply thrilled and assured his father:

«Thank you, Dad, you won’t have to blush for me! I won’t let you down! I promise!»

Roman tackled the task with enthusiasm; he was well-versed in many of the company’s processes and had some management experience. But from day one, everything was an uphill battle! The team didn’t accept him at all! Many were wary and whispered, always comparing him to his father! They murmured that he was too young, weak, wouldn’t handle it! They feared he’d sink them all! Roman Vitalyevich tried to motivate the employees, handed out bonuses, and sometimes had to reprimand them, which was unavoidable, but the atmosphere in the company remained extremely tense! The only person who did not harbor any ill will and was positive towards him was, oddly enough, Elvira. She always greeted him sincerely and wished him a good day.

Recently, his father had thrown an almost impossible task at him!

Vitaliy Sergeyevich instructed him:

«Listen, son. I have a responsible and important task for you. I’ve found very profitable partners, the company ‘Signal’, and you need to sign a contract with them. It will take our company to a whole new level! So, get on it. Don’t let me down! We absolutely need to sign that contract; an opportunity like this might not come again!»

Roman was very nervous; ‘Signal’ was one of the biggest companies in the city! It was well known that its partners trusted only family men. That was their thing! His father knew this very well and had deliberately set his son up, thinking that he would falter and fail! The thing was, ‘Signal’ was a complete family business, all executive positions were held by family members, and the general director was even a woman! They were very proud of this and believed that it was the only way to build a successful business.

Roman panicked. Who could he take to the negotiations? Surely not the promiscuous Alisa? That would be a laughing stock! That’s when he remembered the new cleaner. Elvira was attractive and looked very respectable, someone he could trust and not be ashamed to be seen with in public. So, he called her in for a talk:

«Elvira, I have a serious and responsible task for you! In three days, I have important negotiations with the company ‘Signal’, which you’ve surely heard of. Their owners don’t trust partners who don’t have a family. I need you to play along and pretend to be ‘a wife for an hour’. You don’t need to delve into the intricacies of the business, just behave naturally, smile sweetly, and occasionally nod along. That’s it. Well, what do you say? I’m really counting on you! After all, you’re not losing anything! On the contrary, you’ll enjoy some time in a cozy restaurant.»

Elvira was flustered by such a proposal! She had thought the boss was going to scold her, and here was this! She was both scared and pleased! Thoughts raced through her head: «What if I can’t handle it? What if I let him down and embarrass myself?» But on the other hand, she found Roman to be a very likable person, so why not help? Such a chance comes once in a lifetime!

And she decided:

«To be honest, I’m scared, but I agree! I’ll try not to let you down!»

And they began to discuss the format and details of the upcoming meeting. Although both were very nervous, they were confident they could handle it! Such a thing had never happened in business history before, for a company director to show up at a business meeting with a cleaner! No one knew how it would end!

Elvira was nervous; the meeting was tomorrow, and she had absolutely nothing to wear! Surely she couldn’t go to a restaurant in jeans, and updating her hairstyle wouldn’t hurt either! She decided to call Roman Vitalyevich:

«Excuse me, don’t think me forward, but I’ve just reviewed my wardrobe, and I have absolutely nothing to wear! I don’t know what to do!»

The man blurted out:

«Oh my God, please forgive me! What a fool I am, I hadn’t even thought of that! We need to work on your image, and there’s hardly any time! Wait at home, I’ll pick you up now, we’ll sort it out!»

Roman Vitalyevich took Elvira to an expensive boutique and told the attentive salespeople, who practically sprawled before seeing an important client:

«Ladies, this woman needs a dress that will knock our important guests off their feet. Is that clear?»

Half an hour later, Elvira came out of the fitting room, unrecognizable! A turquoise long flowing dress was both modest and very seductive, as it highlighted her impeccable figure! Against its backdrop, her gray eyes sparkled brightly!

The man even whistled:

«Class! That’s exactly what we need! It suits us. Wrap it up!»

Then he turned to Elvira:

«You look absolutely stunning! I’m speechless! Now let’s head to the salon, we need to add some final touches!»

The beauty salon staff worked magic on their client for several hours, giving her a delicate manicure, refreshing her hairstyle, applying a facial mask and massage, and she was simply unrecognizable!

Roman was at a loss for words, Elvira was very attractive already, but now she looked like a polished diamond.

 

And then the hour of truth arrived! The partners turned out to be very pleasant people, they chatted lively and quite trustingly about everything, Elvira felt quite comfortable, and even enjoyed spending time with such people! She stuck to the script, was restrained, supported the conversation, intuitively knowing when to keep silent and when to just smile sweetly. The negotiations were a great success and the contract was signed! The general director of ‘Signal’, a tough, sparingly praiseful woman, said to Roman upon parting:

Roman Vitalyevich, I must admit you’ve made the right choice. It’s so rare these days to meet such a tactful and intelligent woman who also has an excellent understanding of economics. Truly, a reliable support system! With such a wife, you definitely won’t go astray!»

Roman was astonished! Indeed, Elvira was not just a beautiful silent doll! She so skillfully and subtly conducted the conversation, knew how to steer it in the right direction, and did everything so sweetly and unobtrusively!

When the guests had left, he poured a full glass of champagne, took a breath, and said:

«Thank you so much, Elvira! I don’t know how to thank you enough! You were simply splendid! The contract is in our pocket, which means our profits will multiply! I am amazed! You shouldn’t be dealing with cloths and mops, you deserve more! I will definitely speak with my father and seek a promotion for you! Also, I want you to know how beautiful and smart you are! Such qualities are rare nowadays, filled with artificial beauties who know every brand of clothes and shoes, but that’s all! But you, you have natural charm and intelligence! Bravo!»

Elvira was very pleased, and she responded:

«Thank you, Roman Vitalyevich! I had a wonderful time! It felt like a celebration! Well, bottoms up! To the success of the deal!»

They happily drank the cool, fragrant champagne and talked heartily for a long time. Roman was very likable to Elvira; she felt so easy and comfortable with him, as if they were close people who had known each other for a hundred years!

A thrilled Roman rushed to his father in the hospital the next day, eager for him to finally recognize his notable success! Managing such a complex deal was no joke! But contrary to his expectations, when Roman told him about the success, his father lashed out at him with accusations:

«Yes, I know, they’ve already reported to me! That the contract is signed is good. But that you dragged a cleaner as a wife to a restaurant for the meeting, that’s out of line! What were you thinking? What if she had embarrassed you? Who is she even? Who does she think she is? Why is she intruding where she’s not wanted? First, she’s saving Aliska’s child, now she’s playing wife! Isn’t she taking on too much? Have her come to me, I’ll deal with her myself! Turning the company into a circus!»

Roman was so hurt, he was close to tears! He didn’t respond, slammed the door so hard that the plaster crumbled, and stormed out of the room! Anger consumed him: «What was I even hoping for? I’ve always been an outsider to him, and that will never change! All my life I’ve bent over backwards to please him, and what do I get in return? And I’ve put Elvira in such a spot! Now he’ll give her a hard time too! Well, I certainly won’t let him fire her! We’ll see who outlasts whom!»

Elvira walked into the hospital on trembling legs, very nervous: «That’s it! The fairy tale is over! Vitaliy Sergeyevich will crush me into dust! I’ll definitely be fired, no doubt!»

Sure enough, as soon as she entered and greeted him, the director began to mercilessly scold her:

«I called you here, Elvira, for an unpleasant conversation. I was informed that you appeared at highly important negotiations pretending to be my son’s wife! Who gave you the right? You are nobody, just a cleaner, your place is to mop floors and stay out of matters, especially those you know nothing about!»

Elvira felt hurt to tears, for she was being humiliated for no reason, and she couldn’t hold back:

«Why are you doing this? Firstly, it was Roman Vitalyevich himself who asked me to do this, and secondly, I am not nobody! I have an economics education, I’m finishing my studies externally! Just because I’m an orphan and no one is there to stand up for me doesn’t give you the right to insult me! I never thought you were like this!»

Tears bitterly streamed down her face as she dug into her purse for a handkerchief, flustered, and dropped a photograph of her mother, the one Antonina had given her. It fell right at the businessman’s feet. He bent down, picked it up, looked at it, and suddenly turned pale as a ghost! He clutched at his heart and struggled to breathe! Elvira was terribly frightened and screamed:

«My God! Are you okay? Should I call a doctor? I’ll be right back!»

But the man waved his hands and pointed to a pill on the bedside table:

«Give me a pill under the tongue, please, oh, it’s grabbed me again!»

After taking the pill, he caught his breath and asked hoarsely:

«Where did you get this photo? This is Valentina! My Valya! My first love! I met her when I was very young. What a beauty she was, and so smart. She herself came from an orphanage, but you would think she was raised in a noble maiden’s institute! What a love we had, I remember! I even introduced her to my parents, wanted to marry her! But they fiercely opposed our relationship! So, I gave in, left her, I confess! She was pregnant, I think! I even persuaded her to have an abortion, gave her the money. I don’t know how her life turned out. And then I married Sveta. She already had a child, Roman, so he’s not my own son! And it’s been gnawing at me ever since, honestly! So where did you get her photo from?»

Elvira was in shock, she cried even harder and barely managed to get the words out:

«I am her daughter! And she’s my mother! As you see, she didn’t have the abortion! She gave birth to me, and died in childbirth! Her friend initially took me in, then got scared and returned me to the orphanage. I just found out about this myself only a week ago. Oh, you! I spent all my childhood in the orphanage dreaming of finding my parents, suffered so much from loneliness, I thought that once I succeeded, I would be so happy, and it would make things easier! But now I found my late mother and apparently my father! And I feel so sick about it all! I probably would have been better off not knowing anything!»

The businessman was unable to recover from the shock, felt terribly ashamed of his words and actions, and didn’t know what to say:

«Forgive me, Elvira! I didn’t know, I didn’t think.. I was wrong! It all doesn’t fit in my head! So, you are my own daughter? What a story! I never hoped that I would have my own children! Sveta never bore me a child, so apart from Roman, I had no one! But it always bothered me that he was not my own! I don’t know why!»

Elvira suddenly flared up:

«You’re wrong about that! Your son, even if he’s not your own, is a very good person! You raised him and made him that way! So you can be proud of your son!»

 

Vitaly Sergeyevich was relentless:

«Elvira, I still can’t believe what I’ve heard! Would you mind taking a genetic test? To be absolutely sure that you are my daughter? Please don’t be offended!»

«As you wish! After all that has happened to me this month, I’m not surprised by anything anymore! But it essentially changes nothing! Our relationship is unlikely to become any warmer! Excuse me, I need some time to myself! Also, I am resigning. After such humiliations and insults, I can’t work another day in your company! Take care! Get well soon!»

Elvira dashed out of the hospital and ran away, overwhelmed with emotion! She felt so dreadful and disgusted! Why did it all turn out this way? Her mother died, her father turned out to be a harsh tyrant, and now she was jobless! The full package! She locked herself in her apartment and decided not to go anywhere! Let them fire her! She was suddenly overcome with such apathy! She didn’t want to live. Chernysh, sensing his owner’s mood, cuddled up to her and licked her hands, looking into her eyes as if to encourage her:

«Hey, what’s wrong? Chin up! Look, here I am, your favorite! Aren’t you glad?»

But the next morning, someone was banging on the door early! The puppy barked loudly, sensing a stranger!

Elvira grumbled:

«Who’s there, can’t you let one die in peace!»

She was stunned when she saw Roman on the doorstep with a cake and a bouquet of flowers! He simply beamed with happiness! He hugged the astonished girl and blurted out:

«Hello, sister! My God, how happy I am! Dad told me everything! It’s great that I’m not alone in the world! No wonder I liked you right away! Elvira!»

The girl sadly said:

«I’m also glad about you, Roman Vitalyevich. It’s easy and good with you! One could only dream of such a brother. But somehow I feel so vile right now… Probably fired from work, and had a heated talk with Dad, I don’t feel a close connection with him! Only little Chernysh brings me joy, my little positive bundle!»

Roman became serious and sat down next to her on the couch:

«First of all, stop being so formal! We’re family! Secondly, Dad is a complicated man, my relationship with him has always been quite difficult. But on major issues, he’s a good and fair man! Thirdly, I have great news, I talked to Dad, and you’ve been transferred to the economics department! And fourthly, stop being so gloomy! Come on, get dressed, bring the puppy, and let’s go for a walk! I’m telling you as your older brother!»

For Elvira, this was so unusual, she was no longer alone in this world, she had a brother! How great that was! They walked in the park for a long time with the dog, who joyously barked and brought them sticks, the siblings chatted about everything under the sun, discovering they had very similar tastes and interests! The bad mood and sadness quickly evaporated, and she felt at peace!

When Elvira was officially transferred to the economics department the next day, the coworkers initially complained and gossiped:

«Where has it been seen before? What economist can come from a cleaner, really? A madhouse, not a company!»

As the news that she was the owner’s daughter had not yet reached the staff, they looked askance at her and deliberately burdened her with complex reports, while not really explaining anything. But Elvira was only glad to have finally obtained a proper position and no longer needed to carry a mop. Now, she was doing what she loved. She worked diligently, often staying late and taking documents home, and soon her colleagues began to respect her, seeing that everything was always done conscientiously.

As things went on, Vitaly Sergeyevich did indeed conduct a genetic test, which confirmed that Elvira was his biological daughter! There was a difficult and unpleasant conversation with his wife, as she had no idea about his youthful indiscretions. Eventually, she forgave him, considering the many years they had been together, and after all, all this had happened long before she entered his life.

After a long treatment, Vitaly Sergeyevich decided it was time for him to retire, especially since his son Roman was skillfully managing the company. But, since he now had two children, he could not slight Elvira, seeing that she was very tenacious and ambitious, and the businessman made an unusual decision. He gathered all the family members around a large table and formally announced:

 

«My dear ones! I am old, my health is failing, and all these daily stresses and strains at work are unnecessary! And after all, it’s about time I gave my wife the attention she deserves; I’ve devoted my entire life to the company, barely being home! Little Artem has hardly seen me, it’s about time I doted on my own grandson! Therefore, I have made the following decision! From this month, the company will be managed by two people, brother and sister, Roman and Elvira! I see you work great as a team, get along well, and will put all your efforts into ensuring the business I built grows and prospers!»

Stunned by such trust, Roman was taken aback:

«Wow! Thank you, Dad! Finally, you recognize our efforts! We won’t let you down, right, Elia?»

Elvira smiled, feeling a new chapter of her life beginning with a sense of hope and determination. The siblings’ new journey in leading the company together was about to begin, promising not just a renewal of professional ambitions but also the mending of old wounds and the strengthening of familial bonds.

She nodded her head, herself shocked at how drastically her life was changing at this very moment! And Vitaliy Sergeyevich added:

«Children! I want to apologize to both of you! To you, Roma, for always nitpicking, testing you, and not appreciating you enough. To you, daughter, for how poorly I treated your late mother, and not even bothering to inquire about her fate! I could have raised my own daughter for so many years! But what’s done is done. However, I am glad that now we are one big, happy family, with no more secrets or misunderstandings, and it feels warm and good in my heart!»

Everyone teared up at these warm and sincere words and embraced each other. For the first time in many years of bleak loneliness, Elvira felt like she was a part of a family, needed and important to someone!

The company’s affairs were thriving, work was non-stop, and Roman and Elvira worked tirelessly. A new year was approaching, and they decided to organize a corporate event for the employees, so to speak, to unify the team and give people a chance to relax. Roman invited his best friend, Nikita, to the celebration. They had been inseparable since childhood! But after school, their paths diverged: Roman followed in his father’s footsteps into business, while Nikita became a geologist, often leaving for long trips and travel. And he had just recently come home for the holiday! Of course, the old friends decided to meet and celebrate the occasion! And what a perfect opportunity it was! They sat at a table and chatted, reminiscing about their school years, and suddenly Nikita asked:

«Listen, Romka. Who is that lady in charge here? So beautiful and confident! I think I’m in love!»

Roman laughed:

«That’s my half-sister from my father, we now co-manage the firm together. Her name is Elvira! I’ll introduce you!»

He waved her over:

«Sister! Stop worrying and double-checking everything. The table is heaving with appetizers, the musicians are doing their best, and everyone is fully enjoying themselves! Everything is fine! Relax! Meet my best friend, Nikita! By the way, he’s already fallen for you! So come and join us, or you’ll miss your chance!»

 

Elvira laughed and greeted the young man! He looked at her so intensely! It felt like a wave of heat washed over her from the inside! She really liked Nikita! He was fun and witty, invited her to dance, complimented her, and didn’t leave her side all evening!

When all the guests had left and the restaurant closed, Nikita called a taxi and offered to take Elvira home! She was not at all opposed, and then they lingered in the cold outside her building, like schoolchildren, unable to part, and Elvira decided:

«Nikita, maybe you’d like to come in for some warm tea? Chernysh is waiting, I need to take him for a walk!»

Nikita eagerly agreed! Together, they walked the dog, then had tea with sweets, and they couldn’t stop talking! They parted only in the early morning, Elvira managed only a couple of hours of sleep, but she didn’t regret it at all! A smile wouldn’t leave her face; she felt like laughing and singing! Roman immediately noticed the change and teased her:

«Dear sister, have you fallen in love, my darling? I’ve never seen you this happy? Come on, spill it.»

Elvira blushed and dreamily smiled:

«Well, honestly, I really like Nikita! He’s so cool! I feel so easy and good with him! Maybe I am in love! So what?»

Roman suddenly became somber and serious:

«You see, Nikita is a great guy, he has a golden character, he’s honest and kind! But there’s one thing! He can’t sit still, that’s why he travels all his life! I’m worried about you, soon he’ll leave for another long geological expedition, and you’ll be crying and missing him! Think carefully, do you really want such a relationship? Are you ready for that?»

Elvira also became sad and quietly replied:

«Honestly, Roma, I don’t know! But I understand that I can’t be without him! We’ll live and see! Okay, let’s get to work! What an investigator you are!»

During the day, the secretary, Elena, knocked on Elvira’s office door and brought in a huge bouquet of roses! There was a note, «To the best and most desirable, the sweetest, the most cherished, there’s no one more beautiful in the world, be mine, Elvira!»

The girl melted at such romance! Not only flowers but also poetry! How lovely! And a moment later, the phone rang:

«Hello, did you receive my little gift? If you don’t mind, I’ll pick you up at six, I’ve got two tickets to a concert, I promise it will be very interesting!»

 

Elvira was thrilled, her heart fluttered! She happily agreed:

«I’d love to! I look forward to spending another evening with such an interesting gentleman. The flowers and poetry are just perfect! Thank you, I’m touched! But there’s one problem, what about my Chernysh? He needs a walk! And there’s absolutely no time for that!»

Nikita immediately resolved it:

«Don’t worry, I’ll come over earlier, you can give me the keys, and I’ll walk Chernysh! So, everything’s settled! He seems to like me!»

And so their whirlwind romance began, Elvira and Nikita couldn’t get enough of each other, they were so good together! The New Year’s holidays passed, and it was time for Nikita to leave. He delayed as long as possible and didn’t tell Elvira, understanding that she would be terribly upset! And when his bags were packed, he decided to have the talk:

«Elvira, my love! I’m leaving early tomorrow morning! I don’t want to part with you, but this is my job! It’s just for two months! I’ll be back at the end of March! And we’ll be together again!»

Elvira suddenly got up and responded sharply:

«And you’re telling me this now? I thought we were serious! Or how do you see our future? You’ll be away for months, and I should be satisfied with just crumbs of your attention? Is that normal? Well no, I don’t need such a relationship! I want a real family, a child, like everyone else! If that’s not what you want, then we might as well say goodbye right now! All the best!»

And she ran out into the street in tears! Everything inside her was boiling with anger: «So, he just had his fun and left? What a fool I was to fall for him! And Romka warned me that this would happen! Well, let him go on his expedition! I can live without him!»

Nikita was distressed, tried calling Elvira, but she stubbornly didn’t answer the phone, deeply offended at her fiancé! So they parted, still in a quarrel!

The man believed he was doing everything right, after all, he was a geologist, it was his calling, his beloved job, the romance! How could he live without it? But days and weeks went by, and nothing pleased him anymore! Not the songs around the campfire, nor the search for minerals, his heart ached for her, for that beautiful gray-eyed princess!

Elvira, no matter how she tried, couldn’t get her romantic geologist out of her head! She remembered those roses and poems and carefully kept that note as a talisman!

Roman, of course, saw her state and tried to console her as best he could:

«Don’t be sad, sister! It hurts to see you like this! You’ll make up! Nikita is a fool, of course, I wouldn’t have left such a beauty! What’s he, the only man in the world? Want me to introduce you to another friend? Or shall we go somewhere to cheer up?»

Elvira suddenly burst into tears:

«I don’t want anything without him, understand? I love him, that’s it! I’m angry, but I still can’t forget him! I felt that we were a perfect match! It will never happen with anyone else! Forget them all! Give me your report, I’ll check it!»

For the weekend, Elvira and Roman decided to visit their father to check on everyone, especially little Artemchik, who was the family’s favorite. The men went off to barbecue, while Elvira and the businessman’s wife, Svetlana, set the table. Little Artemchik joyfully rattled his new toy in the walker, babbling in his own way!

Everything was ready, and a whole crowd burst into the house, Roman carrying the smoking barbecue, the father bringing tasty sausages, and following them was Nikita, dressed as Santa Claus, complete with a real beard and a sack over his shoulder!

 

Elvira was flabbergasted and couldn’t figure out how he got there! It must be magic!

The men smiled slyly and sat down at the table, and Nikita loudly started:

«Hello everyone! Here are my gifts! For you, Svetlana Alekseevna, a hand-made lace shawl to keep your shoulders warm on winter evenings! For you, Vitaliy Sergeyevich, a genuine briar pipe, I know you love these! For you, my friend Roma, a collector’s bottle of wine from the early nineteenth century, for you, my little rascal, this toy gun! And now the most important gift, for my princess!» He pulled out a box from his pocket, opened it, and handed it to Elvira, inside was a ring of unearthly beauty! The young man, as befitting, got down on one knee, and earnestly said:

«Elvira, I confess, I acted like a pig, just taking off like that! Only in separation from you did I realize that without you, nothing is dear to me, not even my beloved travels and expeditions! Forgive me and marry me! I swear I won’t leave you ever again! We will admire distant countries together, on vacation! Do you agree?»

The girl was so happy that she couldn’t control her emotions, she threw herself around Nikita’s neck and burst into tears! She kissed his prickly cheeks, which smelled of frost and something very familiar, and whispered:

«I agree! I love you so much! I can’t bear to be without you! I won’t let you go anywhere, just so you know!»

Everyone was moved, they started congratulating the bride and groom and wishing them happiness! The dinner was a great success! Now Nikita was part of their big and friendly family! Elvira dreamily sat by the fireplace, listening to the men strumming upbeat campfire songs on the guitar, and she felt so content! She thought to herself: «It all started with that found baby in the basket! Thank you, Artemchik! If it weren’t for that incident, she would not have found her family and met the most beloved man on earth! Miracles do happen, she now knew that for sure!»

The husband, unaware that his wife was at home, revealed his secret during a phone chat with his mother.

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From this moment on, I’ll tell you more in detail!” Nastya murmured with interest, carefully wiping dust and cobwebs off her face. True chaos reigned in her temporary hideaway.

Sitting in that awkward position was extremely uncomfortable: she felt like sneezing, and her legs had long fallen asleep. But even such discomforts she was willing to endure in order to learn the truth about her husband’s intentions.

Boris was talking loudly on the phone, completely unaware that his wife was at home. He had just entered the apartment, even though he was supposed to be at work. His voice was so distinct that Nastya, who happened to be home during the day, could hear every word. And yet, he apparently had no inkling of her presence – as she had hidden in the closet.

Nastya had returned home specifically for the folder with documents that six-year-old Polina – the little hooligan – had tossed upstairs a week ago. The girl had merely been playing “hide and seek” with her mother’s important papers as a joke. It was probably her way of grabbing the attention of the parents she rarely saw. “Let them search together and then praise me,” the little one had decided.

The documents had gotten wedged between the wall and the cupboard, and now, to retrieve them, she had to move the heavy furniture. Nastya had repeatedly asked her husband to help her, but he constantly found new excuses: either he was busy, or tired, or promised to do it tomorrow.

“I’ll call my brother on my day off – I can’t manage on my own anyway,” Boris declared once again, demonstrating his infantile approach to matters.

Nastya, however, was of a completely different temperament – active and decisive. Therefore, when her boss demanded the contracts for the latest deals, she made the only correct decision: drive home personally and sort out this problem.

“I’ll bring them right now!” she confidently told her boss and set off for home.

“Long overdue! You’ve been feeding me promises for a week now!” grumbled the displeased boss.

To Nastya’s own surprise, she managed to shift the cupboard. Perhaps the strength came from her anger toward her husband. Besides the folder, she found several long-lost items and a thick layer of dust.

“I’ll quickly run the vacuum, then head to work,” the woman thought. “Let Boris put the cupboard back in the evening.”

However, her plans were interrupted by a sudden sound – Boris had entered the apartment while still talking on the phone. He was entirely absorbed in his conversation.

“What is he doing here?” Nastya wondered, crouched with the folder in her hands.

Her curiosity grew when she caught snippets of the conversation. It turned out that Boris had deliberately taken time off work so that no one would interrupt his “delicate conversation.”

“What delicate conversation?” Nastya pondered, straining to listen.

Now, leaving her hiding place would have been reckless. Nastya decided to stay hidden and find out with whom exactly her husband was having these “delicate” conversations.

“Go ahead, dictate the number – I’m writing it down,” Boris continued. “Of course, I’ll call you later! How could I not report back? Yes, I’ll tell everything!”

After a short pause, he spoke again, this time more formally:

“Hello! Can I have a paternity test done at your facility?”

At those words, Nastya froze, overcome with shock.

“What?!” she whispered, unable to believe her ears. “Come on, explain in more detail! What is he up to? What kind of test is this? Whose paternity? Is he doubting that Polina is his daughter? Or does he have someone else?”

Meanwhile, her husband continued his conversation:

“Understood. And how much will it cost? And how fast will I get the results? That expensive? This is nothing but a rip-off! I understand, it’s not just a regular blood test… I’m not a child who needs everything explained to me! Okay, how long does the procedure take? Yes, understood. And what materials are needed? Hold on, I’ll write it all down…”

Nastya stood, holding her breath, recording every word Boris said. Her thoughts raged: should she come out now and give her husband a good dressing down or wait and listen until the end? His intentions seemed obvious, but one important question remained: who was the subject? Could it be that there really was someone else besides their daughter?

 

After finishing the call with the clinic, Boris immediately redialed his mother. Now everything became clear – the first call had been to her. Boris’s tone took on the apologetic air familiar to Nastya when he spoke with his strict mother. It was a reminder of his childhood, when a stern woman had raised her two sons with particular severity. Though he loved his mother, it seemed Nastya believed he feared her a bit. And now, by all appearances, he was executing her orders, coordinating every move with her.

“Hello, Mom, I found out everything. Yes, I just called. They explained what needs to be done. But can you imagine the price they asked for? I’m just in shock! How can they rip people off like that? We’re only trying to learn the truth. We have that right,” Boris began, clearly already feeling guilty.

After waiting for his mother’s response, he continued, “Thank you, Mom! I knew you’d help with the money. Without that, Nastya would immediately suspect something amiss. She’d ask where I spent so much money. And you know I’m not good at lying.”

His words completely threw Nastya off balance.

“He’s not good at lying! Truly!” she whispered, barely holding back her indignation. “And who is this sly one that makes you suspicious? Spill your secrets, you scoundrel! Lay all your cards on the table!”

Nastya needed to find out whom her husband suspected – was it Polina, their daughter, or was it a child born out of wedlock? The answer could change everything.

She recalled how she had met Boris. It had happened purely by chance. He had approached her in a bar where Nastya, along with her friends, was celebrating receiving their diplomas. They were having such a carefree time, dancing with such bright energy that those around them applauded.

“Girls, hooray! We’re now lawyers!” they joyfully exclaimed, infecting everyone around with their enthusiasm.

And then a rather modest young man, watching their merriment from afar, invited Nastya for a slow dance. From the very first moment, he charmed her with compliments, declaring that he had never met a more beautiful woman.

From that moment, their romantic acquaintance began. Boris wooed Nastya with special passion, repeating daily that he was madly in love and couldn’t imagine life without her. However, Nastya was not in a rush to tie the knot, so she agreed only two years after their meeting.

For her, family was not the main goal in life. She dreamed of a career, of achievements, and financial independence. But fate had other plans: a year after their wedding, she learned she was pregnant. Polina was born – a little girl they both cherished with all their hearts. Nastya had always felt that Boris was even more attached to their daughter than she was. He spoiled her immensely, forgave all her mischief, and allowed almost everything. Their resemblance shocked all their acquaintances – they were like two peas in a pod. “There’s no need for a DNA test here,” people often said when they saw them together.

So why, then, was Boris now beginning to doubt his paternity? These thoughts tormented Nastya. Had these doubts haunted him since Polina’s birth? Or was it not about their daughter at all?

Her head pounded from the tension. It turned out that she knew nothing about the man with whom she had spent so many years.

“Mom, you really came up with something clever with this test,” Boris continued, outlining his intentions. “Of course, before taking such a serious step, one must be one hundred percent sure that Danilka is my son. I have no doubts about Polina – she’s like a sister to me. But this boy… He doesn’t resemble me at all, and that raises concerns.”

“Traitor! When did you ever have such doubts?” Nastya, still hidden behind the cupboard, seethed.

“So there really is a child on the side. Lika and Danilka… What an interesting life you have, Boris! And I thought you loved us – me and our daughter.”

Nastya took a deep breath, striving to remain calm even though inside she was boiling with anger. Meanwhile, Boris continued talking with his mother:

“Yes, Mom, you’re right. Before making a decision – to leave for Lika and the child – I have to be sure that he is indeed mine.”

Nastya had long suspected that her mother-in-law was meddling in their relationship, trying to sow discord between her and Boris. The woman clearly harbored little love for her granddaughter Polina, unlike her elder son’s children. Polina, sensing this, also did not strive to get close to grandma Zhenya. She much preferred spending time with her parents.

Realizing that not only was Boris cheating on her, but he had also managed to father a child on the side, was a true shock to Nastya. And his plans to leave her and their daughter for a new family – that surpassed all her expectations.

The woman was so stunned by what she had heard that she was even afraid to move. If her husband noticed her now, she would simply lose control. The only way out seemed to be to kill him on the spot. But to prevent that, she needed to calm down quickly, gather her thoughts, and weigh all her options. Only then could she decide how to take revenge on this traitor.

“Mom, you know, after the incident with Sergey from our department, when his wife claimed during the divorce that their son wasn’t his, I started to treat this matter with caution. That was a long time ago. And it’s as if you read my mind. If everything is confirmed, a new life awaits me – with a new wife and the son I’ve always dreamed of.”

With these words, Boris left the apartment, and Nastya finally managed to get out from behind the cupboard and stretch her numb legs. In her hands she still clutched the folder with documents that needed to be delivered to the office. That was exactly what she would now do, and on the way she would decide on her next actions. For what she had learned promised nothing but divorce, property division, and a life for Polina without a father, whom the girl adored.

In the toughest moments of life, Nastya always switched to rational thinking. That trait had helped her overcome stressful situations many times. And now, during her ride to work, her mind began working exactly that way.

She recalled the argument with her future mother-in-law that had taken place a week before the wedding. The reason had been trivial, but Evgenia Alekseevna had not held back and revealed her true attitude toward her daughter-in-law:

“Who are you? Where did you come from? You spoil everything! You’re turning my son against me!”

At that time, Nastya had only silently endured the attacks.

“Angela – now that’s a different matter! She’s such a good girl, she loves Boris! And you… Where did he ever find you?”

“Angela! Of course, it’s her!” Nastya suddenly realized. “Lika from Boris’s conversation – that’s Angelika! The very ‘good girl’ who perfectly fits under the control of the mother-in-law.”

This discovery made the woman shake her head. Now everything was falling into place: her mother-in-law had never refused to realize her dream of having that very girl by her son’s side.

 

“So, war it is!” Nastya declared confidently aloud. “I never officially declared it, but I have been preparing for it from the start.”

After that pre-wedding quarrel, Nastya had even refused to accompany Boris to the registry office. Convincing her had been extremely difficult.

“Alright,” she had said then. “But I have one condition. It’s the guarantee that one day you – like your dear mother – won’t betray me.”

“I agree to anything!” Boris had passionately replied. “I’m not going to betray you!”

“Then let’s finalize the purchase of the apartment we chose today. We have the money – what’s there to wait for? Let’s register it in my name. Before the wedding. Do you trust me? If not, let’s draw up a notarized contract specifying the amount you invested. I’ll never cheat you, but if anything happens – you’ll have a document. Agreed?”

“Yes! Write it down!”

Nastya quickly drafted the text of the contract, noting that she would sign it at the notary’s office the next day. However, she never remembered it again afterward. That document held no legal force, but the apartment purchased before the marriage remained her personal property.

Back then, they were happy and didn’t anticipate any betrayal. Now, having handed the folder with documents to her boss, Nastya headed to the lobby with its soft sofas and green plants, where the staff could relax. There she dialed her mother-in-law’s number.

“Hello?” replied Evgenia Alekseevna in noticeably gruff tones.

“Listen carefully! Unlike your son, I don’t need to wait for the paternity test results. I already know he is cheating on me,” Nastya stated calmly.

“What? How can you be so sure?” Evgenia Alekseevna exclaimed, startled.

“That doesn’t matter. What is important is: I do not know where your Lika and her child live, and I’m not interested. But starting today, Boris will no longer live in my apartment. And I will file for divorce today,” the woman asserted firmly.

“What—your apartment?! Have you lost your mind? This is a shared apartment! Boris invested just as much as you did!” Evgenia Alekseevna protested angrily. “If you’ve decided to divorce, then prepare for property division!”

“No, this apartment belongs solely to me. And we won’t share it. Perhaps Boris never told you because he was afraid of your negative reaction. But that’s your problem.”

“What are you even saying? This is just stupid lying!” the mother-in-law refused to believe.

“I’m not lying; that’s just not in my nature. The facts are: we bought the apartment before the wedding, and it’s registered entirely in my name. With your family, one must always be on guard – that’s why I took care of myself in advance. See? It wasn’t for nothing!”

“This just can’t be! I’ll call Boris right now and find out everything!” Evgenia Alekseevna fumed.

“Please, do. And tell him that his belongings can be picked up from the neighbors this evening. Polina and I will go to my parents’ place, so as to avoid scenes that might traumatize the child.”

After hanging up, Nastya decided it was time to go home and get rid of everything that reminded her of the traitor. The divorce papers could be filed later – it was now quite easy, just a matter of opening the internet and acting.

When Boris returned home after work, a surprise awaited him. He had expected a serious conversation, unable to believe that Nastya could really do such things. He even had his excuses prepared, but reality exceeded all his expectations.

There was a new lock on the door, and next to it a note informing him that his belongings were in apartment No. 17.

Gathering his bags, Boris went to his mother’s place. Lika and her son were temporarily living with her, and living with them would be strange, especially considering that the paternity test had not yet been done, and there was no certainty that Danilka was his son.

“How could you so foolishly lose your money?” Evgenia Alekseevna shouted at him. “Where will you live now? With me? And what, are you planning to drag Lika and the child here?”

“So far, there’s no other option. We’ll figure something out later,” Boris shrugged.

“You’ve already ruined everything once! Now you have to deal with it on your own. You’re left without a home and money. And you know what? I’ve never liked your Nastya from the very first day I met her. What a despicable and unprincipled person she is! I won’t let this go!”

“Yes, unprincipled,” Boris agreed, lowering his head. “She once promised me…”

Evgenia Alekseevna stared at her son with concern while he nonchalantly dined at her kitchen table. His wife had just kicked him out of the house, yet he behaved as though nothing special had occurred.

“Mom, why are you looking at me like that? Who else but you was pushing me against Nastya? Who was trying to set me up with Lika after all these years? And now you say that we are blameless?” Boris remarked between bites.

“How dare you blame your own mother for everything! Come on, son, keep it up! Say that I wished you harm, not happiness!” Evgenia Alekseevna couldn’t contain her emotions. They bubbled within her, making her visibly agitated.

Everything was going terribly wrong. But, as they say, water wears away stone. Once, three years ago, on the occasion of Boris’s daughter’s third birthday, the old story took a new turn.

Then, after a small celebration of Polina’s birthday, Boris decided to drive his mother home.

“Son, do you remember Angelika?” his mother asked casually, glancing out the car window at the houses passing by.

“Angelika? Of course I do. But isn’t she married? As far as I know, everything is fine with her,” Boris replied in surprise, having long forgotten about the girl he had dated before Nastya.

“No, Boris, things aren’t fine with her. Quite the contrary – terribly bad. Her husband turned out to be a scoundrel, abandoned her without money. Thank goodness they didn’t have children,” Evgenia Alekseevna answered sadly. “Now she lives with her mother.”

“How do you know all this? Do you still keep in touch with Antonina, her mother? Why, Mom? Wasn’t one person enough in the past?” her son reproached.

“We never really stopped communicating. You know, I owe Antonina my life. If it weren’t for her, I’d be sitting behind bars because of debts,” sighed Evgenia.

“Come on, stop dredging up the past! That was a long time ago. Forget it and don’t talk to her anymore. She’s a real manipulator. And she keeps you on a short leash!”

“It’s not that simple, son…”

 

Evgenia Alekseevna’s thoughts drifted back fifteen years. At that time, she was working as an accountant in a shady private company. At first, it seemed she had hit the jackpot – her salary was twice as high as in a government job. However, it soon became clear why.

The woman had to turn a blind eye to numerous legal violations by the management. Not only did she silently observe them, but she also signed documents that could have landed her behind bars. One day, they simply set her up, claiming that she owed the company a large sum.

How she managed to get out of that situation, Evgenia still did not understand. She had to borrow money to cover the debt. And then Antonina – a neighbor she only knew superficially – entered the scene. After the death of her general husband, the woman was left with considerable savings, and she readily agreed to lend the needed sum.

Antonina practically latched on to Evgenia, making her her constant assistant. Every day she called her over: sometimes to help with household chores, sometimes to go shopping together, or just to chat. Evgenia complied without protest because she knew – only this woman was willing to wait patiently until she repaid her debt.

“I’m not rushing you, Zhenya. You’ll pay back the debt gradually. I understand – you have two sons and a useless husband who just sits at home. Where would you get money from? If he were even a little useful, I wouldn’t have to put up with him by my side. Kick him out!” Antonina admonished, watching Evgenia mop the floor in her spacious apartment.

Six months later, Evgenia’s husband indeed left her. Perhaps he realized that his wife had completely succumbed to the domineering neighbor. Or maybe he simply found someone else – a woman who was always there, baking pies and listening attentively.

One day, Evgenia invited Antonina along with her daughter Angelika to her birthday. The girl was turning eighteen then. She turned out to be quite enterprising and immediately took an interest in Boris. From that moment, Antonina began actively matchmaking her daughter with Evgenia’s younger son.

“Zhenya, imagine what a pair they would make! Your Boris is smart and easygoing – the ideal qualities for a husband. And studying at the institute shows his prospects. Of course, I would have preferred someone else for my daughter, but she fell in love with Boris. What can you do,” Antonina coaxed, trying to use her influence over Evgenia on her son.

Boris, young and carefree, paid some attention to Angelika for a couple of months. But fate intervened – he met Nastya. Although the future wife took a long time to commit, keeping him in the dark for almost two years, Boris never gave up.

Antonina came to despise Evgenia for allowing her son to choose another. She held her responsible for Boris’s decision to marry Nastya.

“I remember, dear, that you never returned the full sum to me. I can take you to court. All the receipts are in order,” she threatened Evgenia.

“What can I do, Tonya? He just doesn’t listen to me. But I will work off my debt to you. Ask me anything – I’ll do it,” Evgenia A. nearly burst into tears.

Eventually, the situation subsided. After Boris’s wedding, Evgenia learned that Angelika had also gotten married.

Years later, Antonina reappeared in Evgenia’s life, announcing that her daughter had divorced. The reason – unrequited love for Boris.

“They must be together, and that is not up for discussion! How to achieve that – I don’t care. You are a cunning woman; come up with something so that my daughter never cries alone again!” Antonina ordered enthusiastically, waving old receipts in Evgenia’s face.

Antonina did everything possible to bring Boris and Angelika together again, who now called herself Lika.

“Sounds simpler and is trendier!” she explained when visiting Boris’s mother.

Boris was already there – a situation deliberately set up by his mother-in-law had led to their meeting. The table was overflowing with food and drinks, and the former lovers found themselves in a romantic setting.

“Well, I’m off. My friends have invited me to the theater,” Evgenia Alekseevna said with a smile, leaving them alone.

“Good for you! You did the right thing! If they end up together, I’ll burn all the receipts and forget about the interest,” Antonina praised over the phone.

“Enough already! You’re getting on my nerves!” Evgenia snapped, hanging up.

But Boris soon reconciled with Nastya and no longer wished to see Lika, despite all his mother’s insinuations.

Evgenia tried to influence him by other means. She said that Nastya wasn’t a match for him, that his wife didn’t take care of herself and didn’t love him as Lika could.

“Mom, we have a daughter. I love both my wife and Polina. Stop interfering in our relationship,” his son pleaded.

“And what if Polina isn’t yours? Are you sure?” his mother pressed further.

“Come on, you’ve got to be kidding! She’s an exact copy of me!” Boris argued.

Everything seemed hopeless. But as the saying goes, water wears away stone. One day, Evgenia Alekseevna accidentally saw her son and Lika together. They were sitting in a car near her house. The woman laughed, flirted with Boris, and then they even kissed.

Half a year ago, Antonina called Evgenia and announced that Lika had given birth to a son by Boris.

At Antonina’s shrill shouts, Evgenia Alekseevna’s blood pressure spiked.

“What, you want a child to grow up without a father? I’ll drag you all to court, one by one!” she raged over the phone.

“Calm down, I’ll take care of everything,” Evgenia replied, trying to seize control of the situation.

 

After hanging up, she realized: this woman would never let her go. She would manipulate her until her dying day. Then she decided to call her son and devise a plan.

“Son, you know Lika has a son, right?” began Evgenia.

“Yes, I know. We’re in touch,” Boris answered calmly.

“Are you absolutely sure it’s yours? Answer honestly.”

“How could I know for sure? She says it’s mine, and the timing matches. But where’s the guarantee?” he philosophically noted.

“What will you do if it really is yours? They won’t leave us alone, you understand.”

“I’ll go to Lika. She’s been calling me for a long time. Besides, things with Nastya have been growing increasingly difficult these past months. It seems she has fallen out of love with me – all she does is nitpick. I do love Polina, though. Well, I’ll pay alimony like everyone else.”

“And you’ll have to split the apartment with Nastya. You don’t really plan to just give up your share, do you? That’s another problem. After all, you’ve stirred up quite a mess,” his mother declared accusingly, forgetting her own role in this story.

“Mom, that’s an even bigger problem than you think,” Boris sighed, remembering that the apartment had been registered in Nastya’s name a few days before the wedding. Fortunately, his mother still did not know about it.

“I’ve got an idea. Perhaps you won’t have to part ways with your wife and daughter. And with these two, we’ll shut their mouths for good,” Evgenia Alekseevna announced excitedly.

“What?” Boris asked, seemingly indifferent by now regarding whom to live with. “Just don’t tell me you’re planning something illegal!”

“Don’t joke around – now’s not the time. We need to do a paternity test!”

“What test?” he asked in surprise.

“Find out if you’re the father of Danilka. Understand now? If you’re the father, you’ll raise the child. And if not – we’ll prove that they were wrong and get rid of them once and for all. You’ll save the family.”

“That sounds not bad at all! Give me the number of the clinic where I can do it. I’ll call from home so that no one overhears,” Boris rejoiced.

But who could have predicted that Nastya, who was at home at that very moment, would inadvertently hear his conversation? Such was fate.

That very day, Nastya gathered the things of her unfaithful husband and sent him off to his mother, having changed the locks on the apartment. After all, on paper, it belonged only to her.

“Are you satisfied now? Sitting there like a beaten puppy. How could you so foolishly agree to her conditions? To give up your money for the purchase of an apartment and allow it to be registered in Nastya’s name? I simply cannot believe my ears!” Boris’s mother berated him furiously.

“Mom, enough. The past is the past. How else would I have persuaded Nastya to marry me after the scandal you instigated? Right now, I need to concentrate on getting that paternity test done as soon as possible. Only then will I decide whether to move in with Lika and the child.”

“Act! Who’s stopping you? Tomorrow, go to her, fetch the necessary materials for the analysis, and do everything quickly and quietly.”

Learning that Boris had left his wife and temporarily taken refuge at his mother’s place, Lika and her mother Antonina were ecstatic.

“You’re doing the right thing! Here you have your son and the woman you love. I always knew, Boris, that you and Angelika loved each other. That marriage was a mistake. But now, everything will fall into place. You’ll get a divorce, split the apartment, buy a new place – and you’ll live happily!” Antonina gushed, not suspecting that her plans would collapse because of one simple fact: Boris had no share in the apartment he and Nastya shared.

Evgenia Alekseevna emphatically advised her son to keep the paternity test matter a secret. Thus, he acted cautiously, following his mother’s advice. Now, all that remained was to wait for the results and start planning the future.

 

“Mom, the results have come! They sent them to my email, and the paper version can be collected later,” Boris announced hastily in the evening.

“Well, then? What does it say?” Evgenia Alekseevna burst out of the kitchen into the living room, where her son was lazily sprawled in front of the TV.

“Hold on… I’m reading. Let me see…” Boris stared at his phone’s screen.

As he read the message, his face grew increasingly surprised and confused.

“It says… No match at all. Zero percent… What does that mean, Mom?” he asked quietly.

“That means you were deceived by your perceptive Lika! She’s as cunning as her mother! They tried to pin someone else’s child on you, you villains! I’m going to shove that document right in their faces! Now the end of your little celebration is here, Antonina!” Evgenia Alekseevna screamed in outrage.

“How can that be… I ruined my family for her sake… Abandoned my own daughter…”

“You didn’t abandon your daughter because you decided to. You were simply booted out because you talk too much and don’t watch your words. If Nastya hadn’t found out about the test, you would still be sitting at home – happy and unsuspected,” her mother retorted with a snort.

Boris looked utterly lost, unable to reconcile his emotions with his mother’s. His future now seemed murky. He understood that he would have to pay alimony for Polina and try to see his daughter as often as possible. But for that, he needed Nastya’s agreement. The rest of his life seemed bleak and joyless.

The boomerang had returned to his life – as inevitable as ever. It was a pity that earlier, when he was running from his wife to Lika, he hadn’t been wise enough to consider the consequences.

By the way, Lika stubbornly refused to give up for a long time. She continued to cause a ruckus, coming to Boris with her son. She insisted that everything had been arranged and intended to conduct an independent expert examination. She even threatened to go to the television to expose Boris’s “unprincipled” nature.

He fully understood that he had acted wrongly. But now, there was no way to fix the situation.

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