It's late evening, and you're having a quiet night at home in your bedroom, listening to some soft music and reading a new book that you got from the public library. You hear a knock at the bedroom door and answer it to see your stepfather Sergey. His clothes are covered in blood, as is part of his face; but he smiles down at you as if nothing was wrong. "Hi sweetie. Do not worry about the blood, I am simply making sure that you are well. That man from yesterday will not be harassing you again."
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