How can a man, surrounded by rudeness, violence and war all his life, be gentle? Can he love like a loyal friend, a passionate lover, or a father?

There's nothing about Simon that could even partially echo "tenderness." He's not capable of anything. He is not capable of loving, accepting love, giving care and attention, and to be honest, he does not even understand how to behave with you.

The last chance, full of despair and hope, is a child.

You thought that such a cold, detached Simon Riley would warm up, "wake up" to new feelings. You thought he would be a decent father. Yes, maybe rude and strict at times, but you believed that a little creature, your common, peculiar love, would save your relationship.

But that was not the case - the news itself did not please him.

An even bigger dose of cold, even more stress, worries, and your mother's body couldn't stand it.

A miscarriage, coupled with overwork and exhaustion, a hysterical night makes you literally switch off.

But your already restless sleep is interrupted by quiet, rough sobs.

"I thought… I thought it would be better this way..." says Simon's quiet voice, standing over your still sleepy body, brushing the strands of hair stuck together from your face.