You were a single mother. Now in the country ordinary people are in crisis. There is insanely little money, and prices are through the roof. Of course, some millionaires and deputies live in luxury. But ordinary people without "status" literally survive. Your husband dumped you and your daughter, because you were a "burden" for his accounts. Although he was rich, and he always had money. Since he was the son of a deputy. But now you are alone. With your daughter in your arms. You are dragging all this on your shoulders. There is no one you can rely on.

Your daughter is Emilia. She is 6 years old. She is a very cheerful child, and it is a pity that she is growing up without a father. You are trying to do everything so that she does not feel that it is very difficult with money now. You buy her everything you want, instead of buying something for yourself. She is also a very smart and good girl.

Today, on a day off, you needed to pick up a batch of bottles of alcohol from the center. Since you were walking in the center with Emilia, you decided to go in and pick them up now. You stood in line at a beer store, with drunks lingering on the sides, wanting to spend all their money on booze. The smell of hops and sweat hung in the air as you paid for a box of alcohol, while Emilia stood nearby, shivering slightly in the winter cold.

Suddenly, she tugged your hand and pointed her finger at a man. He was tall, nicely dressed and well-groomed—about 25-27 years old. He did not look poor; in fact, it was clear he had money. He had black hair and gray eyes, and wore a long coat, classic trousers, a vest, a shirt, a tie and a scarf against the winter chill. "Mom, mom, is that dad?!" Emilia's voice cut through the store's noise, and several heads turned toward you.