Mishka, a boy of about twelve, grew up to be a very clever kid. His mother raised him alone; they were not wealthy, but he never demanded more from his mother. She gave as much as she could—some warmth, motherly love, but that was the case for the first 10 years of his life. Tamara, once a kind and caring woman, over the last few years gradually and slowly, but surely, fell into the habit of drinking alcohol. At some point, she was no longer able to fight it, having waded knee-deep into this swamp, it was difficult to get out of it alone without anyone’s help.
In her youth, she dreamed of a better life, worked in a library, and was passionate about literature. Her eyes always shone with hope and joy, and her smile warmed everyone around her. She loved her son, read him bedtime stories, and baked delicious pies. But loneliness, a failed personal life, and a weak character took their toll.
Things only got worse after the young woman left the library, which was closed as unnecessary, and took a job at a brewery. The company and current environment only exacerbated the situation. After failed relationships and the betrayal of friends, she sought comfort in alcohol. Gradually, she began to lose touch with reality, and her environment was filled with people who drank and did not care about tomorrow. Tamara changed: her once-bright eyes dimmed, her face was lined with wrinkles, and gray hair began to show through her thick hair. She began to pay less attention to her son, spending more time in the company of drinking friends.
Despite the difficulties, Mishka remained a bright and kind boy. He had bright blue eyes, inherited from his mother, and sandy hair, which he kept neatly trimmed. He loved learning, especially enjoyed art classes where he could express his feelings and dreams. He was honest and brave, always ready to help those in need. The school was aware of the situation, and some teachers even felt sorry for the child. He often came with unfinished homework, preparing everything during the break before classes because the night before he could not sleep due to the ruckus at home, or he was helping his mother «come to her senses» after a binge.
Due to the difficult home situation, Mishka learned to be independent early. He cooked for himself, cleaned the house, and tried to keep up with school. But most important to him was the desire for his mother to return to her former life, to become again the kind and caring woman he remembered from childhood. Mishka believed that one day everything would change for the better and dreamed of having a real family again, where there is love and mutual understanding.
One day, Mishka was walking home from school in winter. His day had not started well from the morning. There was a difficult math test at school, and he could not concentrate. His thoughts kept returning home, to his mother. He worried whether he would find her sober today or again have to take care of himself. It was cold outside, the frost nipped at his cheeks, and the snow crunched under his feet. Mishka walked, head down, and absorbed in his thoughts, he did not immediately notice a little girl who had fallen on the icy road.
His attention was caught by a quiet cry. Mishka looked up and saw a girl sitting on the cold ground. She was very small, no older than five, and looked lost. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she looked utterly defenseless. The boy quickly and confidently rushed to her, helped her to stand up.
«Are you okay?» he asked, looking worriedly into her eyes.
The girl was in a light coat and without a hat, her hair was tangled, and frozen tears glistened on her cheeks. It was evident that she was well-cared-for, her clothes were good quality, her face was not thin, her boots were branded—in short, there was some inconsistency in the whole situation.
«I’m hungry,» she sobbed in response, «I want to eat. I don’t know where I am, I don’t even know where my home is. I’ve never been here before…» the girl continued to sob.
Mishka felt a sting of pity. He remembered how often he himself had been hungry when his mother could not afford to buy food. In his pocket, he had a few coins saved for a bun for himself. Without a second thought, he took them out and headed to the nearest kiosk.
«Wait here, I’ll be right back,» he said and ran to the kiosk.
Returning, he handed the girl a fresh warm bun. She pounced on the food greedily, and Mishka felt his heart squeeze with pity and sympathy. It was hard for him too, but he could not leave the girl in trouble. On his way to the kiosk, he thought about how to contact her relatives if no one came to pick her up soon.
«What’s your name?» he asked when she had calmed down a bit.
«Lusya,» she replied with her mouth full, «I live with my father in a palace. I ran away from an evil stepmother. She took me out of the house, supposedly to play, there was such a big playground, I slipped away while she was on the phone.»
Mishka looked at her in surprise, not understanding what palace she was talking about. He wanted to ask more, but the girl looked too tired and scared. At that moment, Mishka noticed a luxurious car approaching them. He looked at Lusya again, sensing that something strange was happening.
Then a lady in a luxurious style appeared. She stepped out of the shiny black car, and Mishka immediately noticed her elegant appearance. She was wearing a long fur coat, clearly expensive, with a luxurious natural fur collar. A stylish branded handbag lay on her shoulders, and her hair was perfectly styled in a fashionable hairstyle. She wore high-heeled boots, not quite suitable for winter weather, but clearly emphasizing her status.
Lusya, seeing this woman, froze and stopped eating the bun. Fear mixed with a sense of guilt appeared in her eyes. She understood that nothing would come of this, but no one relieved her of responsibility for her actions. Still, running away in an unknown direction was not the best idea.
«There you are!» the woman exclaimed angrily, approaching closer and offering her hand to the girl to help her up, «How many times have both I and your father told you that you cannot run away! It’s dangerous, do you understand? It’s good that the boy helped you, but what if some bad person had come to you?»
Mishka noticed how Lusya tensed up as if expecting a rebuke or even punishment. He felt uncomfortable but decided to intervene.
«She was hungry,» Mishka said quietly, trying not to show his fear in front of the lady, «I bought her a bun.»
The woman gave him a quick and somewhat anxious look, sending a chill down Mishka’s spine.
«And you, little one, who are you?» she snapped back, «It’s not your concern! Lord, now to the allergist, she can’t have gluten.»
Mishka felt small and helpless in front of this luxurious and formidable lady. He clenched his fists, trying not to show his feelings.
«But she was alone and crying,» he continued, trying to explain, «I couldn’t just walk by.»
The woman snorted and turned to the girl.
«Do you know how much trouble you’ve caused me?» she said, squeezing Lusya’s hand even tighter, «Let’s go, you can’t stay here.»
Lusya silently nodded, not daring to look at the woman. Mishka saw the girl steal a grateful glance at him before they walked to the car.
«And remember, sticking your nose into other people’s business is not nice,» the woman threw over her shoulder to Mishka as she settled Lusya into the car, «but still, thank you for finding her and taking care of her,» she added after a slight pause and slammed the door shut.
Mishka stood still, watching them drive away. He felt helpless and aggrieved. His last money went on the bun, but that was the least of his worries. He returned home feeling sad and not understanding why life was so unfair. Mishka dreamed of having a real father who would take care of him and protect him from all troubles.
Mishka returned home feeling depressed and sad. He walked along the narrow path leading to their small house on the outskirts of the city. Snow crunched underfoot, and the cold wind seeped through his clothes, but Mishka hardly noticed. His thoughts were occupied by recent events.
Opening the door, he entered the house. Inside, it was dark and cold, as if no one lived here. His mother hadn’t returned, and the boy didn’t know where she was or in what condition. He put his briefcase in the corner and sat on the old sofa. Thoughts about the little girl, Lusya, and the luxurious lady who took her away swirled in his head. He couldn’t understand why life was so unfair. Some have everything, and some have nothing. And if it were at least fairly distributed: you’re good, so everything for you, but it’s not like that either. That’s how the boy understood the world at his twelve years.
«Why don’t I have a normal father?» he whispered quietly, looking at the darkened ceiling, «why can’t anyone take care of me and my mom? Never mind about me, I’m quite big, but my mom, she’s so defenseless.»
Mishka dreamed of having a father who would protect him and help him cope with difficulties. He wanted someone who would explain to him how this complex world works and who would tell him that everything would be okay. But instead, he felt lonely and forgotten.
Sadly, he looked at an old photograph on the shelf. It showed his mother in her youth—happy and smiling. He remembered how she was before she sank into alcohol and lost control of her life. Mishka missed those times when they had a normal family.
«I wish everything were different,» he whispered, closing his eyes and immersing himself in his dreams, «I wish I had a normal father.»
But reality was far from his dreams. Mishka understood that he needed to be strong and independent to survive in this world. And yet, deep down in his heart, he continued to hope for a better future, where he would have a real family full of love and care.
One day, the boy returned home from school in high spirits. Today, in the art class, the teacher said he had real talent and advised him to develop it further. Mishka dreamed of an art circle, which he and his mother had been saving money for several months. He wanted to become a real artist and perhaps even exhibit his works in galleries. Who knows, maybe he would manage to develop his talent so that, being already an adult and well-off, he could help his mother and cure her of this insidious disease called «alcoholism.»
But when he entered the house, his mood abruptly changed. On the table, where the money usually lay, he saw an empty bottle. Mishka felt a tightening inside. He knew what this meant. With heaviness in his heart, he went to look for his mother.
Tamara sat in the kitchen, leaning back in the chair, her eyes half-closed. The smell of alcohol was palpable even at a distance. Empty bottles and glasses lay around her, not yet cleaned up from previous gatherings. Mishka felt anger boiling inside him, but at the same time, he felt sorry for his mother.
«Mom, did you drink again?» he asked, trying not to raise his voice.
Tamara struggled to open her eyes and looked at her son.
«What do you need, son? Help with homework? Mom’s tired…» she muttered, her voice muffled and unclear.
Mishka took a deep breath and moved closer.
«Where’s the money for the circle?» he asked sharply, looking her straight in the eyes, «the money we’ve been saving for several months?»
Tamara averted her gaze and sighed.
«I… I spent them,» she confessed, trying not to look at her son, «I was at the store, doing the shopping, I didn’t have enough, son, you understand?» Even in the state she was in, she realized that her child was suffering and that made her feel guilty and pained.
Mishka felt his anger flare up even more.
«Spent? You drank them, mom! You promised you wouldn’t drink anymore! You gave your word, you always taught me that a word is worth a lot. And what about you?»
Tamara grimaced and tried to stand up from the chair, but her legs wouldn’t obey.
«Mishka, don’t yell at me,» she said, swaying, «I didn’t want to… just…»
«Just what? Just alcohol is very important, more important than family, apparently.»
Tamara finally stood up and, staggering, headed for the door.
«Stop talking to me like that, I never hit you, but I won’t allow you to yell at me! I need to go to work,» she mumbled, avoiding her son’s gaze, «I’ll be back soon. Make yourself something, look for what’s in the fridge.»
Mishka watched her leave, and tears of anger and despair welled up in his eyes. He couldn’t understand why his mother repeatedly betrayed his trust, why she chose the bottle over him.
When the door closed behind her, he was left alone in the empty house. A storm of emotions raged inside him. He clasped his head with his hands and clenched his fists, feeling his dreams of the art circle crumbling. He wanted to scream, but he knew it wouldn’t help.
Mishka took a deep breath and looked at his hands, imagining them holding a brush and painting beautiful pictures. He swore to himself that he wouldn’t give up, no matter what. He would find a way to pursue art, even if it was difficult.
The boy went outside to cool down and think. His heart was full of pain and disappointment, but he believed that one day everything would change. He knew he had to be strong, for himself and his dreams.
Then a luxurious car drove up to their house. They lived in a private house on the outskirts of the city, so such a sight was rare. The car was shiny, black, with tinted windows. A middle-aged man, tall and self-assured, dressed in an expensive suit, got out. Two sturdy, serious bodyguards followed him.
The man stopped, looked around, and approached the nearest neighbors. They looked at the stranger with curiosity.
«Hello,» he addressed the neighbors, «I need to talk to Mikhail. Could you tell me where he lives?»
The neighbors exchanged glances, surprised by such a visit, and pointed to Mishka’s house.
«That house over there,» they said, «the boy lives there.»
The man thanked them and headed to Mishka’s house, while the neighbors continued to watch curiously.
Mishka was standing in the yard when a luxury car stopped at their house. A tall man in an expensive suit got out, followed by two bodyguards. Mishka felt a tightening inside from excitement. The man walked straight toward him.
«Hello, Mikhail,» he began, extending his hand. «My name is Alexander. I heard that you saved my daughter Lucy, and I came to express my gratitude.»
Mishka shook his hand awkwardly, not knowing what to say. Alexander pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it to the boy.
«Here, take this,» he said. «It’s a small token of appreciation from our family.»
Mishka looked at the envelope and felt pride boiling inside him. He slowly shook his head.
«Thank you, but I can’t accept money,» he replied firmly. «I just helped as I could.»
Alexander raised his eyebrows in surprise, but his smile did not fade.
«You’re a very unusual boy,» he said. «But maybe there is something you dream of? Something I could please you with?»
Mishka thought for a moment. His thoughts immediately returned to what he had long dreamed of but could not afford.
«To be honest,» he began, gathering courage, «I have long dreamed of a bicycle. But we don’t have the money to buy it.»
Alexander nodded, his smile widening.
«A bicycle? Of course! That can be arranged,» he said. «I will definitely buy you a bicycle. You deserve it for your kindness and bravery.»
Mishka felt his heart fill with joy. He couldn’t believe his dream was about to come true.
Alexander smiled even wider.
«A bicycle? That’s a good idea,» he said, «I’ll definitely buy you a bicycle. But you know what? I would like to invite you to our home. We have a lot of interesting things, and Lucy would be pleased to see you. You can ask your mom for permission. Where is she, by the way?»
Mishka hesitated, not knowing how to explain that his mother was not at work.
«She… works in the library,» he lied, hoping Alexander wouldn’t check.
Alexander nodded, not showing whether he noticed the lie.
«A library? That’s wonderful,» he said. «I’ve always thought that working in a library is a noble job. So your mom is a very well-read woman.»
Mishka nodded, feeling a painful twinge in his chest from the lie.
«Yes, she loves to read,» he added, trying to sound convincing.
Alexander looked at his watch and returned to the conversation.
«Okay, then ask her for permission, and we’ll arrange a day when you can come,» he said, «but now I must go. Thank you again, Misha.»
He shook Mishka’s hand, then returned to the car. The bodyguards opened the door for him, and he got in before the car smoothly moved away.
Mishka stood in the yard, not believing his eyes. His heart was full of hope and excitement. Maybe this was the chance he had been waiting for? But at the same time, he felt anxiety growing inside him because of the lie he told about his mother.
He slowly returned to the house, pondering what had happened. Perhaps this meeting would change his life, and he would finally have the opportunity to fulfill his dreams. But what about the truth about his mother? This question troubled him as he sat on the old sofa, looking out the window and hoping for a better future.
Alexander left, leaving Mishka with a flood of new emotions and hopes. When the car disappeared around the corner, Mishka returned to the house, feeling his heart overflowing with hope and anxiety. He tried to imagine what his life would look like with a new bicycle and a visit to Alexander’s, but thoughts of the lie about his mother did not give him peace.
Several hours later, when Mishka was starting to prepare dinner, his mother, Tamara, returned home. She was tired and looked even worse than in the morning.
«Hello, Mishka,» she muttered, removing her jacket and throwing it on a chair.
«Hello, Mom,» he quietly replied, trying to hide his anxiety.
He didn’t want to tell her about Alexander’s visit. It seemed to him that she would not understand or even get angry if she found out. He moved quietly, trying not to catch her eye.
Several days passed. Mishka became increasingly absorbed in his thoughts, dreaming of a bicycle and a possible visit to Alexander’s. School was canceled due to severe frosts, and the children stayed home. Mishka felt this was his chance. He decided he had to learn more about the man who had so unexpectedly burst into his life.
Making sure his mother was soundly asleep after a night shift, Mishka put on warm clothes, took some food, and quietly left the house. It was cold outside, but that did not stop him. He knew the journey would be long, but determination and curiosity drove him forward.
Mishka walked through the snowy streets, trying not to notice the piercing wind. He passed familiar places, then through the city center, and further, toward the wealthier districts, about which he had only heard rumors. After several hours, his hands and feet began to freeze, but he did not give up.
His path led through half the city, and finally, when his strength was nearly gone, he saw a majestic mansion surrounded by a high fence and manicured gardens. This was Alexander’s house. Mishka paused for a moment, gathering his courage, and approached the gates.
He rang the bell and waited, not knowing what would happen next. Soon a security guard came out of the house. He looked at the frozen boy in surprise.
«What are you doing here, kiddo?» he asked, trying to understand how a child could be so far from home in such weather.
«My name is Mishka,» the boy replied, trying not to show how cold he was. «I came to see Alexander. He said I could come.»
The security guard looked him over and nodded.
«Wait here, I’ll inform the master,» he said and went back inside.
Mishka stood, shivering from the cold and excitement, hoping that his action would not be in vain.
After a few minutes, the mansion door opened, and his new acquaintance appeared on the doorstep. Seeing the boy, he quickly came out to him.
«Misha!» he exclaimed, clearly surprised but joyful. «How did you get here in such weather? Come quickly inside, you need to warm up.»
Alexander took the boy by the hand and led him inside. The house was warm and cozy. Mishka felt his tension slightly ease. He looked around, amazed by the luxury and beauty of the mansion. Alexander led him to the living room and sat him in a soft armchair.
«I’ll bring you something hot,» he said and went to the kitchen.
Mishka sat, warming his frozen hands and feeling the warmth gradually return. He knew that ahead were new discoveries and perhaps answers to many questions.
Alexander returned with a kitchen tray, on which stood a steaming teapot and a plate of hot sandwiches. He placed the tray on the table next to the armchair where Mishka was sitting.
«Drink some hot tea and eat,» he said, pushing the cup toward the boy, «you need to warm up.»
Mishka nodded gratefully and took the cup. The warmth of the drink spread through his body, restoring his strength and energy.
«Thank you,» he said quietly, not knowing how to express his gratitude for such care.
«Don’t mention it, Misha,» smiled Alexander, sitting opposite. «I’m glad you came. Tell me, how did you get here? It’s so cold today.»
«School was canceled because of the frosts,» began Mishka, «and I decided to come to you. I wanted to get to know you better and… and say thank you.»
Alexander nodded, listening to the boy.
«You are very brave and decisive, Misha,» he said. «Allow me to tell you a bit about myself. I’m a widower. My wife died a few years ago, and since then, I’ve been raising Lucy alone. I have a fiancée, Marta. She’s a wonderful woman and very kind.»
Mishka listened attentively, his eyes widening in surprise. He didn’t expect Alexander to be so open and sincere.
«Lucy told me that she’s afraid of stepmothers,» said Mishka, choosing his words carefully, «but you say Marta is kind.»
Alexander sighed, his face clouded with sadness.
«Lucy is still young and finds it hard to accept changes,» he explained, «Marta is indeed a kind woman. She was my secretary, and over time our relationship evolved into something more. But Lucy is afraid that if I marry Marta, I’ll love her less.»
Mishka felt sympathy for this man who had opened up to him and shared his concerns. He understood that every family has its difficulties and problems, and that behind external well-being, deep feelings and experiences can hide.
«I understand,» he said quietly, «I’m also afraid that if my mom is busy with her problems, she’ll forget about me.»
Alexander looked at the boy with understanding and sympathy.
«I’m sure your mom loves you, Misha,» he said, «sometimes adults find it hard to cope with life’s difficulties, but that doesn’t mean they stop loving their children.»
Mishka nodded, realizing how important these words were for him. He felt hope for a better future in his heart. Perhaps the visit to Alexander’s really would change his life, and he would find not only support but also a new family that would care for him and help him fulfill his dreams.
After a few days spent at Alexander’s, Mishka began to feel at home. Lucy and Marta turned out to be friendly, and he spent time playing with Lucy and talking to Marta about various things. Alexander was attentive and caring, as if trying to make up for lost time.
One day, Alexander reminded Mishka of his promise.
«Misha,» he began at breakfast, «remember, I promised you a bicycle? How about going to choose it today?»
Mishka almost choked on his toast from surprise.
«Really?» he exclaimed excitedly, «we’re going today?»
Alexander smiled and nodded.
«Yes, today. And not just a bicycle. We’ll buy you anything else you want.»
Mishka could hardly believe his luck. Within an hour, they were riding in Alexander’s luxury car. The car stopped in front of a huge toy store, sparkling with display windows and bright signs. Mishka couldn’t believe his eyes—he had never seen so many toys in one place.
«Come on, Misha,» smiled Alexander, opening the car door, «today we’re here for you.»
They entered the store, and Mishka was stunned. Everywhere were toys, bicycles, skates, games, and building sets. Alexander headed to the bicycle section and stopped in front of the best models.
Choose any one you like,» he said.
With his heart skipping a beat, Mishka approached the bicycles and, after some hesitation, chose a bright blue one. Alexander nodded in approval and asked the seller to prepare it for purchase.
«Let’s also look at some skates,» Alexander suggested, «after all, winter is just beginning.»
Mishka nodded excitedly, and they went to the skate section. Alexander helped him pick out the best skates, and then they wandered through other departments, picking up toys and games. Mishka was over the moon with happiness.
When they finished shopping, Alexander took Mishka to a small cafe inside the store. Over a cup of hot chocolate, he began to ask the boy about his family.
«Misha, tell me a little about your mom,» Alexander requested. «I would like to know more about you.»
Mishka hesitated, his face clouded over. He remembered how he lied to Alexander about the library.
«Actually,» he began quietly, looking down, «I lied. My mom doesn’t work in a library. She… drinks. She works in a pub and often comes home drunk.»
Alexander looked at Mishka with sympathy and understanding, not interrupting.
«I’m sorry I lied,» Mishka continued, «I just didn’t want you to think badly of me.»
Alexander placed his hand on the boy’s shoulder.
«Misha, I’m not angry with you,» he said gently, «You’re very brave to tell the truth. I’m very sorry you’re going through such hard times, but know that you are not alone. I’m here to help you.»
Mishka felt a warmth in his chest from these words. He realized that he had found in Alexander not just a guardian, but a true friend.
After their trip to the toy store, Mishka began spending more time at Alexander’s house. He noticed that despite its outward prosperity and comfort, the family had its own problems. Lucy, Alexander’s little daughter, didn’t always behave as sweetly as it seemed at first glance.
One day, Mishka witnessed a scene that shook him. He was sitting in the living room, drawing a new landscape, when he heard voices from the kitchen. Curiosity got the better of him, and he quietly approached the door, listening in.
«Lucy, please stop,» he heard Martha’s pleading voice, «It’s not funny.»
Lucy stood in front of Martha with a mischievous expression on her face. In her hands, she held a box of flour, which she was holding over Martha’s head.
«Why not?» the girl replied with a smirk, «You want to be part of our family, so deal with it.»
Martha tried to step back, but Lucy quickly poured the flour on her, covering Martha from head to toe. Mishka held his breath, watching as Martha tried to remain calm.
«Lucy, this is too much,» Martha said, wiping her face, «Please calm down.»
But Lucy just laughed.
«Do you think if you cry, dad will love you more?» she asked sarcastically, «He will never love you as much as he loved mom.»
Mishka saw how Martha pursed her lips, trying not to cry. He understood that Lucy was intentionally trying to make her cry.
Unable to watch any longer, Mishka decisively entered the kitchen.
«Lucy, stop!» he shouted, drawing the girl’s attention, «You can’t behave like this!»
Lucy looked at him surprised, but there was no remorse in her eyes. She threw the box of flour on the table and, without a word, ran out of the kitchen. Mishka approached Martha, who looked tired and defeated.
«Sorry for interfering,» he said, looking down, «but I couldn’t just watch.»
Martha smiled sadly and placed her hand on the boy’s shoulder.
«Thank you, Misha,» she replied quietly, «You did the right thing. Lucy has a hard time accepting me in her life, and sometimes she behaves like this.»
Mishka nodded, realizing that even in such a beautiful and wealthy family, there were problems and difficulties. He felt sorry for Martha, and he decided he would try to support her as much as he could.
«Where’s the bathroom?» the boy asked when Lucy left to draw in her room.
«Go up to the second floor, on the right side from the bedroom there’s a bathroom, the first floor has some plumbing issues, the workers still need to fix it,» Martha answered thoughtfully.
Misha went upstairs, the house was indeed large, and he suddenly realized that he was torn by curiosity. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was nearby, he decided to explore the house. He was curious to see more corners of this large and beautiful mansion. While Alexander was busy with business, and Martha and Lucy were dressing in the hall to go out to the garden, Mishka cautiously slipped into the master bedroom, and then into the adjacent rooms.
On the second floor, he found a small room filled with various items—old books, albums, and boxes of photographs. Mishka became interested and began to examine the pictures. Among the many photographs, he suddenly came across one that made his heart beat faster.
In the photograph was his mother, young and happy, surrounded by people at a party. Mishka recognized her immediately, despite the fact that the photo was taken many years ago. He couldn’t believe his eyes—how could this photo be in Alexander’s house?
Without thinking long, Mishka carefully took the photograph out of the album and hid it in his pocket. Why he did it, he couldn’t explain himself. Perhaps it was a sense of connection with his mother that he did not want to lose. Or it was a desire to learn more about her past.
Returning to the living room, he tried to act as usual, but questions swirled in his head. Why was his mother’s photograph in this house? How was she connected to Alexander? Mishka decided that for now, he would not say anything and not ask questions. Perhaps in time, everything would become clear.
When Alexander returned, Mishka tried to hide his anxiety and continued to interact as if nothing had happened. But in his heart, he knew that he had found something important that might change his life and give answers to many questions.
When Mishka’s mother, Tamara, came home, the neighbors immediately informed her about strange visits of expensive cars and Mishka’s interactions with some important man. She decided to find out what was going on.
«Mishka!» she called him as soon as she stepped over the threshold, «Come here!»
Mishka, who was busy with his drawings, hurried to his mother, feeling that the conversation would be difficult.
«What happened, mom?» he asked, trying not to show his agitation.
«The neighbors say someone came to you in an expensive car,» Tamara said, folding her arms across her chest, «What business do you have with this rich man?»
Mishka sighed and began to tell. He told his mother about how he met Lucy, how he helped her, and how her father, Alexander, then came to thank him. He explained how Alexander invited him over and promised to buy him a bicycle.
Tamara listened, frowning. When Mishka finished, she looked at him sternly.
«Misha, we don’t need handouts from these rich people,» she said sharply, «I forbid you to associate with him!»
Mishka was stunned. He didn’t understand why his mother had reacted this way.
«But mom, he just wanted to help,» he started, but Tamara cut him off.
«It doesn’t matter,» she said firmly, «We’ll manage on our own. I don’t want you getting used to such things. Understand?»
Mishka nodded, feeling his hopes being crushed. He understood that his mother wanted to protect him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was losing a chance at something important and good in his life. In his heart, he still hoped that one day he would be able to see Alexander and Lucy again, but for now, he had to comply with his mother’s will.
A few days later, a new cohabitant appeared in Mishka’s home, his mother’s partner, Vitaly. This was a rough middle-aged man who, according to Tamara, was supposed to help them get their lives in order. However, his methods and manners left much to be desired.
«Misha, come here,» Vitaly called, standing in the middle of the room, «your mom says you don’t listen. You need a bit of discipline.»
Reluctantly, Mishka approached, trying to keep his distance.
«I’m doing everything I can,» he said quietly, looking down.
Vitaly grimaced and took one of the gifts Mishka brought from Alexander’s house. These were beautiful skates that Alexander had bought him at the toy store.
«And what do we have here?» Vitaly examined the skates, «Do you think if you have such expensive things, you can disobey?»
Mishka felt a tightening inside. He loved these skates and dreamed of using them at the rink when winter got a bit warmer.
«It’s a gift,» he explained, trying to speak calmly, «They’re from a kind person.»
Vitaly snorted and, clutching the skates in his hands, suddenly threw them onto the floor. With a dull thud, they fell, and one of the blades bent.
«There’s no place for handouts in our home,» Vitaly said sharply, «If you want something, earn it yourself.»
Mishka looked at the broken skates, feeling his hopes and dreams crumbling again. He couldn’t understand why life was so unfair to him.
«Understand?» continued Vitaliy, leaning towards Mishka, «in this house, you will do what you’re told and not bring in stuff from others.»
Mishka nodded, trying not to show the tears welling up in his eyes. He knew arguing with Vitaliy was futile and decided to do everything possible to avoid conflicts.
When Vitaliy left, Mishka carefully picked up the broken skates and took them to his room. He knew he had to be strong and find a way to cope with the situation, no matter how difficult it was.
Mishka sat in his room, looking at the broken skates, feeling his heart squeeze with sadness. He felt that life with his family was full of disappointments and pain. He dreamed of having a normal family where he would be loved and supported.
Meanwhile, in another room, Tamara was looking for her things and accidentally came across a photograph that Mishka had hidden after visiting Alexander. She stopped, holding the photo in her hands, feeling blood rush to her face. In the picture, she saw herself in her youth, at a party, surrounded by strangers.
«Misha!» she called, her voice trembling with excitement, «come here!»
Mishka flinched and hurried to his mother, feeling that something had happened. He entered the room and saw her holding the photograph.
«What is this?!» asked Tamara, showing him the picture, «where did you get this?»
Mishka froze, not knowing how to explain. He gathered his courage and began to tell.
«This is a photograph I found at Alexander’s house,» he said, looking down, «I didn’t know it was there, and I took it because I recognized you.»
Tamara looked at the picture, then at her son, and back at the picture. Her face showed shock and confusion.
«Alexander?» she asked, trying to gather her thoughts, «who is this Alexander and how is he connected to me?»
Mishka explained how he met Lucy, helped her, and how Alexander then came to express his gratitude. He talked about how he stayed with them and accidentally found the photograph.
Tamara sat down on a chair, holding the photograph, trying to comprehend what she had heard. Memories flooded back to her, and she began to recall her youth, that party, and the person she had once crossed paths with.
«I never thought I’d see this photo again,» she said quietly, looking at the picture, «Misha, you must understand, this was a long time ago, and a lot has changed since then.»
Mishka nodded silently, feeling that he was finally beginning to understand what was happening. He realized that his mother had a past he knew nothing about, and that past was somehow connected to his present.
«Mom,» he said cautiously, «maybe we should talk to Alexander? Maybe it will help us understand what happened?»
Tamara thought, looking at her son. She realized that Mishka was right. Time would put everything in its place, and perhaps talking to Alexander would shed light on past events.
Tamara delved into her memories, which she had tried to forget for a long time. She was young and full of hopes for a better life back then. At that time, she had to work extra jobs to make ends meet. One such way became working as an escort. It was her first and only call, and she agreed to it only because of financial difficulties.
The client was a man whom his business partners congratulated on a successful deal. It was Alexander. At the party thrown in his honor, there were many guests, and the atmosphere was festive. Tamara still remembered how she found herself among this noisy crowd, feeling uncomfortable and awkward.
Alexander, for the first time in his life, agreed to call a girl. He was young, successful, and his friends insisted on this «gift.» However, upon seeing Tamara, he immediately felt doubt. The evening went on, and although Tamara tried to meet expectations, deep down, she understood that this was not her path.
The photograph Mishka found was taken precisely at Alexander’s mansion, where the party took place. In it, Tamara among the guests, with a forced smile on her face, tries to hide her inner turmoil.
Tamara remembered how, after that evening, she decided never to work as an escort again. She was ashamed and uncomfortable about that one time. Alexander, by the way, also regretted his decision. He did not even try to hide his disgust for himself and the situation. They hardly talked that night, and soon the party came to an end.
Returning home, Tamara decided to change her life. She began looking for other work, gradually trying to forget that evening. But the photograph, accidentally found by Mishka, brought her back to those times, forcing her to relive it all over again.
Tamara sighed and looked at her son. In her eyes was sadness and regret.
«Misha,» she began, «it was a long time ago. I tried to forget about it, but, apparently, the past always finds a way to return. We don’t need to talk to Uncle Sasha. So much water has flowed already, maybe one day you’ll understand that not all secrets need to be revealed.»
Tamara continued to immerse herself in her memories. At that fateful meeting, there were many young people, and they partied all night. Soon after that evening, she realized she was pregnant. It was a real shock for her. Deep down, she knew she could not get rid of the child, despite all the difficulties and fears. She decided to keep the baby, hoping it would give her a new purpose in life. For her, it was unthinkable to deprive an unborn child of life. She was definitely not capable of that.
However, the situation was complicated. Tamara did not know who the father of the child was. It really oppressed her that her son was growing up without male support, and she herself could not cope with all the responsibilities. After that night at Alexander’s mansion, she began to drink and have casual relations with various men, not realizing that she was sinking deeper into all this dirt. Trying to forget her choice and drown out the inner pain, she plunged into the world of alcohol. She could no longer get a good job, and her recommendations from the last places closed the way to even a cashier’s job in a store. No one needs an employee who can go on a binge and not show up for a shift. Over time, the woman also lost friends and respect for herself.
Tamara never filed for child support because she did not know whom to ask for help. Therefore, she never received any help from anyone for all these almost 13 years. Her life gradually rolled downhill, but with the appearance of Mishka, she found the strength to fight for a better life for her son, although she did not always cope with it.
The photograph found by Mishka stirred up memories of how far she had strayed from her initial hopes and dreams. But now, when the past knocked on the door again, she realized that she had to deal with it for the sake of her son and herself.
A few days later, a luxury car again pulled up to Mishka’s house. Uncle Sasha got out of the car, looking around. This time he came not alone, with him was Marta, she was waiting in the car with gifts, and the man himself headed to the house with the warmest intentions, hoping that he would finally be able to talk to the boy’s mother.
«Hello, I’m here for Misha,» he said when the door opened.
Tamara opened it and froze, seeing him. Their gazes crossed, and it immediately became clear that they recognized each other. Tamara, although she drank, had not changed much in appearance over the last 13 years. Except for the gray hair on her head, wrinkles around the eyes, and gray bags under her eyes, which treacherously revealed her not-so-healthy lifestyle.
«So, you’re that Alexander?» she asked, her voice trembling with excitement. She recognized the man from the moment she opened the door and saw who was standing behind it. Especially since after the found photograph, it was only a matter of time.
«Tamara?» he replied, clearly surprised, «I came to talk to you about your son. I want to invite him to spend the Christmas holidays with us.»
Uncle Sasha did not plan to create scenes or stir up the past, it was not needed by anyone, especially since Misha was at home and could hear what the adults were talking about between themselves. That’s why he decided officially, without unnecessary clarifications, to move on to the issue that concerned him.
Tamara shook her head, her face becoming grim.
«No,» she said firmly, «that’s impossible. I can’t let him go with you. You’re an absolute stranger to him. And to me too… I haven’t lost my mind yet to let a child leave home at 12 years old and wander wherever. He’s too young for such adventures.»
Alexander sighed, understanding that the conversation would be difficult.
«Tamara,» he began, trying to speak softly, «Misha deserves a little joy. Let the poor guy have some fun. It’s the holidays after all, why should he be cooped up at home when there’s so much interesting to see. And why immediately a stranger, he’s already familiar with me, and you… I’m not some kind of maniac.»
Considering the circumstances of their last meeting with Tamara, these words sounded in her head maximally ironic and cutting. But in reality, Sasha did not even think to hurt her feelings. Nevertheless, he caught in her gaze that his words were taken hostilely, so from now on he was forced to carefully choose what he wanted to say.
«I just want him to spend time with our family, everything will be under control,» he said, smiling guiltily like a schoolboy who unsuccessfully tries to ask his friend’s mother to let him go out, looking at Tamara, slowing his breath.
But the boy’s mother remained adamant.
«I said no,» she repeated, «I don’t need these handouts from you. You’ll spoil him now with your rich life, gifts, toys, and what will I do with that afterward? I don’t have such means. Don’t you think at all. Don’t spoil my child. We didn’t live richly, so there’s no reason to start.»
Alexander frowned but continued to insist.
«Understand, I just want to help,» he said, his voice becoming more insistent, «Misha needs this. I’m ready to offer you financial support if it’s a question of money. I know things are tight for you, but this is from the heart.»
Tamara got angry and turned away.
«Did I ask you for money? What, do you think you can buy everyone and everything with a coin? Did you also buy this blockhead for a penny, that he’s so eager to visit? I don’t need your money,» she said sharply, «we’ll manage on our own.»
«Don’t think that I’m just indulging my whim, I really only want the best for this boy. He saved my daughter, you could say, without him the little one could have disappeared altogether. You understand,» Alexander took a step forward, his voice softened, «Tamara, think about Misha,» he added, «he needs this chance. Please, let him go.»
Tamara was silent, her face expressed a struggle between pride and care for her son. Finally, she sighed and looked at Alexander.
«Alright,» she said, her voice trembling from exhaustion, «but this is only for Misha.»
Alexander smiled, understanding that he had made the first step to helping the boy.
«Thank you, Tamara,» he said, «I promise he will be safe.»
Truth be told, she accepted the money only and exclusively because she had nothing to drink. She pretended to finally give in, agreeing to the rich guest’s offer. Mishka, meanwhile, witnessed this scene. He saw how his mother, playing the role of a woman who reluctantly accepted help for him. But he knew her too well and understood that what really guided her now was the desire to stick to the bottle, as the mother was exactly in that stage of a binge where she did not control her desires. Alexander handed her an envelope with money.
«Thank you again,» looking back as he left, the man repeated, «I’ll take care of the boy.»
A few days later, the boy went to stay with Uncle Sasha, and it was a time full of new experiences. He spent a lot of time with Lucy, playing and communicating with the new acquaintance. Although she was younger than him, playing with her was interesting, at her 5 she already read, watched cartoons in English, and attended ballet. The girl was smart and developed beyond her years. Mishka perceived her as a younger sister. Gradually, he began to learn more about the other members of Alexander’s family.
«Marta is not what you think,» Mishka once told Lucy when they were making a snowman in the yard, «my mom told me when I was as old as you that I have a radar for bad people: I never make a mistake if someone behaves badly. But my radar doesn’t work on Marta, there’s no malice or hatred in her, even though I was scared of her at first meeting. But now I understand why she was frowning and so cold then, it’s a normal reaction when your child runs away and gets lost right under your nose.»
Lucy frowned.
«What are you talking about?» she asked.
«When we first met, you called her an evil stepmother,» explained Mishka, «but that’s not true, she’s a kind woman. Uncle Sasha told me she used to work as his secretary, right?»
Lucy sighed and looked down. To Mishka’s surprise, she didn’t argue.
«Yes, that’s right. I know Martha is kind,» she admitted quietly, «I’m just afraid that if dad marries her, he will love me less.»
Mishka understood her fears and compassionately put his hand on her shoulder.
«Why would you think that! How could he stop loving you? You are his daughter! Lucy, you must trust your father,» he said, «he will always love you, whether he marries Martha or not. She also wants you to be happy. And think about dad, he needs a woman, a mistress in the house, someone to talk to. Adults, you know, have their own topics for conversation. They find it interesting to talk with us, children, but they can’t share everything with us. It’s good when an adult has someone who understands him just as well.»
Lucy pondered Mishka’s words, and gradually her fears began to subside. She realized that Mishka was right, and that her father’s love for her would not change.
Over time, Lucy began to warm up to Martha, understanding that she genuinely cared about her and her father. Mishka felt he was doing something important, helping this family find harmony and happiness.
Over time, thanks to talks with Mishka, Lucy began to recognize her fears and her wrongful attitude towards Martha. She realized that Martha was really trying and caring about her. One day, after a particularly warm conversation with Mishka, Lucy decided to take an important step.
«Misha,» she began, as they sat on a bench in the garden, «you’re right. I need to talk to Martha and ask for her forgiveness.»
Mishka smiled, encouraging her.
«That’s the right thing to do, Lucy. She will understand and forgive you. You’ll see, everything will be better.»
Lucy nodded, gathering courage, and went to Martha, who was in the kitchen, busy with her chores. Mishka stayed in the garden, watching the scene through the window.
«Martha,» Lucy began, approaching her, «I need to tell you something.»
Martha turned to her, surprised and a bit concerned.
«Of course, Lucy, what happened?» she asked softly.
Lucy took a deep breath and looked Martha in the eye.
«Forgive me, Martha,» she said, her voice trembling, «I was unfair to you. I was afraid that if you became my father’s wife, he would love me less. But now I understand that you don’t want to take his love away from me. You just want to be part of our family.»
Martha smiled and hugged Lucy, her eyes filling with tears.
«Oh, Lucy,» she said, «I never wanted to replace your mother. I just want us all to be happy together. I love you and your father, and I will never stop caring about you.»
Mishka watched this scene with mild envy. He saw how some people could have a real family, where there is love and understanding. Despite his own difficult life, he was happy for Lucy and Alexander, seeing how their family was becoming stronger.
In the evening, when everyone gathered for dinner, the atmosphere in the house was completely different. Lucy and Martha smiled at each other, and Alexander, noticing this, could not hide his joy. He was very concerned about how they got along with each other, because he loved both of them.
Mishka sat at the table, feeling the warmth and coziness that reigned in this house. He enviously thought about how some people could have a family, and dreamed that one day he too would have something similar.
Mishka returned home after the holidays at Alexander’s with a heavy heart. The holidays were filled with joy and new experiences, but a harsh reality awaited him at home. As soon as he entered the house, it became clear to him that things were far from as good here as they were at Alexander’s house.
Vitaly, his mother’s partner, became even more aggressive and mean. Drunken antics and quarrels became the norm. Mishka felt the tension in the air every time Vitaly was at home.
One evening, returning from school, Mishka heard loud screams from the kitchen. He rushed there and saw a horrifying scene: Vitaly was yelling at Tamara and pushing her.
«You’re worthless,» Vitaly yelled, his face distorted with rage, «you and your son are a burden to me!»
Tamara tried to defend herself, but Vitaly was too strong. He hit her, and she fell to the floor. Mishka, seized by horror, tried to intervene, but Vitaly pushed him away.
«Mom!» Mishka cried, running to her, «are you okay?»
Tamara couldn’t answer, her face was covered with bruises and blood. Mishka realized that he needed to call for help immediately. He ran out of the house and called the neighbors. Someone from them called an ambulance and the police.
Tamara was taken to the hospital, and Vitaly was arrested. Mishka was left alone in the empty house, feeling emptiness and fear. His mother was in the hospital, and he didn’t know what would happen next.
When he was finally able to visit her in the hospital, Tamara looked weak and worn out, but she smiled when she saw her son.
«Mishka, forgive me,» she whispered, her voice barely audible, «I couldn’t protect you from all this.»
Mishka squeezed her hand, his eyes filled with tears.
«Don’t say that, mom,» he said, «we’ll get through this. Everything will be alright.»
But deep down he knew that they now had to find a new path to happiness and safety. Remembering the care and warmth he found at Alexander’s house, Mishka hoped that he would help them in this difficult moment.
Tamara was taken to the hospital after being beaten by Vitaly. Lying in the hospital bed, she realized that she could no longer stay in this horror. She decided that she had to try to change something for herself and Mishka.
«Mishka, call Alexander,» she asked her son when he came to visit her.
Mishka nodded and, without wasting time, contacted Alexander. After a while, Alexander arrived at the hospital. Entering the ward, he saw the weary Tamara and the worried Mishka.
«Tamara, what happened?» Alexander asked, his voice full of concern.
Tamara took a deep breath and looked at him.
«Alexander, I have to tell you something,» she began, «maybe Mishka is your son. I’m not sure, but I think it might be true.»
Alexander froze, shocked by what he heard.
«What?» he exclaimed, not believing his ears, «Mishka… my son?»
Tamara nodded, her eyes filled with tears.
«Yes,» she said, «I wasn’t sure before, but now I think it’s possible. I need you to take a paternity test.»
Alexander looked at Mishka, who was standing next to his mother’s bed, and then back at Tamara.
«I agree,» he quietly said, «let’s do the test and find out the truth.»
After all the necessary procedures and waiting for the results of the paternity test, confirmations came: Mishka was indeed Alexander’s son. Alexander could not contain his emotions.
Misha was shocked by what he heard. On the one hand, he was glad that he found his father, but on the other hand, he was troubled by the fact that his mother, who thinks her life is wasted, now wants to simply give him up for adoption to his real father.
«Mom, do you really want me to go to dad?» he asked, his voice trembling with uncertainty.
Tamara looked at her son, her eyes full of sadness and regret.
«Misha,» she began, trying to find the words, «I just want you to have a better life. I understand that I can’t give you everything you need. Alexander will be able to take care of you in a way that I can’t.»
Misha squeezed her hand, trying to understand her feelings.
«But mom, I love you,» he said, «I don’t want to leave you.»
Tamara sighed and stroked his head.
«Misha, I love you too,» she said, «but I want you to be happy. Alexander is a good man, he can give you what I can’t. I’m not leaving you, I just want you to have a chance at a better life.»
Alexander, standing nearby, squatted down to be at Mishka’s level.
«Misha,» he gently said, «I understand that all this is complicated and unexpected. I’m not going to take you away from your mom. We will decide together what’s best for you. You can live with me, but you will always see your mom. We’ll be a family, but we won’t separate you.»
Misha looked at Alexander and then back at his mother. He saw sincere care and love in their eyes. He wanted to believe that everything would be alright, that they could handle this situation together.
Alexander was not going to simply take his son and leave Tamara without help. He understood that for Mishka’s well-being, it was important that his mother also be in good condition. Alexander decided to provide comprehensive support to Tamara, to help her get back on her feet and change her life for the better.
The first step was to pay for Tamara’s treatment in an alcohol rehabilitation clinic. Alexander carefully chose the institution where she could receive not only medical help but also psychological support. He wanted Tamara to undergo a full course of rehabilitation and be able to cope with her addiction.
«Tamara, I found a good clinic,» Alexander said, sitting next to her in the hospital ward, «they will help you recover. I’ve already arranged everything, you’ll start treatment next week.»
Tamara looked at him with gratitude and uncertainty.
«Thank you, Alexander,» she quietly responded, «I don’t know how to thank you.»
«Just get better,» he softly replied, «that’s the most important thing. Mishka needs you, and I want him to have a healthy and happy mother.»
After being discharged from the hospital, Tamara went to the clinic. Alexander regularly visited her, checking on how the treatment was going. He noticed how her strength and confidence gradually returned.
In addition to rehabilitation, Alexander decided to help with Tamara’s financial problems. He paid off her utility debts, so she could start life with a clean slate.
«You no longer have to worry about debts,» he said, handing her the receipts confirming the payment, «I’ve taken care of everything. Now you can focus on your recovery and future.»
Tamara, looking through the documents, could not hold back tears. She felt the weight of many years gradually lifting from her shoulders.
«Alexander, I don’t know how to thank you,» she repeated, «you’ve changed our lives.»
«Everything will be fine,» he reassured her, «we’re doing all this for Mishka and for you. You deserve a second chance.»
After completing the treatment, Tamara returned home, but Alexander continued to support her. He helped her find a new job where she could start a new life. Alexander used his connections to find a suitable place for her.
«Tamara, I found a job for you,» he told her when they met in a cafe, «it’s a small library in the city center. You’ve always loved books, and I think this will be perfect for you.»
Tamara smiled, feeling confident and able to change her life for the first time in a long time.
«Thank you, Alexander,» she said, «I’ll try not to let you down.»
«I believe in you,» he replied, «and remember, I’m always here if you need help.»
With Alexander’s help, Tamara was able to get back on her feet. She started working in the library, gradually regaining her sense of dignity and confidence. She saw Mishka more often, and their relationship began to improve. Mishka saw how his mother changed, and this gave him hope for a better future.
Meanwhile, Alexander continued to care for his son and support Tamara. He did everything to help their family overcome difficulties and start a new, happy life.
Mishka began to live with Alexander in his spacious and cozy house. Despite the changes, he often saw his mother. They spent time together, and Mishka was happy to see how she gradually recovered and started a new life. Tamara worked in the library, where she found her calling and peace, which positively affected their meetings.
Alexander and Martha soon got married. The wedding was modest, but warm, and Mishka felt like part of this new family. Martha proved to be a kind and caring stepmother to both Mishka and Lucy. She always tried to create a warm and cozy atmosphere in the home, cooked delicious dinners, and arranged family evenings filled with laughter and joy.
Lucy, who was initially wary of Martha, gradually accepted her, realizing that she genuinely cared about her. The time spent together strengthened their relationship, and Lucy began to call Martha «mom.» Mishka also found support and understanding in Martha, feeling that he could turn to her with any question or problem.
Mishka felt happy in the new family, where he was surrounded by love and support. He continued to draw, and his works became better, thanks to the support of Alexander and Martha. He made new friends at school, and teachers noted his achievements.
Life in Alexander’s house was full of joy and harmony. They often went on family walks, outings to nature, and trips to the theater or museum. Mishka loved these moments, feeling that he had found his place in this world.
Meanwhile, his relationship with his mother grew stronger. Tamara no longer drank and tried to be a good example for her son. She often visited Mishka and Alexander, and they spent time together talking and playing games.
Alexander was glad to see how their family united. He was proud of Mishka and how the boy coped with difficulties. Martha, in turn, tried to do everything possible to maintain this harmony and care for each family member.
Thus Mishka, surrounded by love and care, grew up in a happy and friendly family. Despite all the trials, they were able to find their happiness and start a new life together.
Over time, Tamara fully recovered and got her life in order. She left all the difficulties behind and met a simple, but good man, with whom she found true happiness. This man became her support and foundation, and they built a new, peaceful life together.
Tamara often saw Mishka. They spent time together, walking in the park, talking about life, and sharing their dreams and plans. Mishka saw how his mother changed for the better, and this strengthened his love and respect for her.
Mishka grew up surrounded by love and care, both in Alexander and Martha’s new family and thanks to his mother’s support. He became more confident and goal-oriented, achieving success in school and in his passion for art.
As Mishka grew up, he realized how important his mother’s role had been in his life. He always remembered her efforts and struggle for a better future for him. Despite all the difficulties, they maintained a strong bond, and he continued to visit her often.
