Lena and Sergey met as broke architecture students, surviving on buckwheat and shared dreams. Love, for Lena, wasn’t about grand gestures—it was someone caring for you during all-nighters and fevers. But everything shifted when Lena got pregnant. Sergey, distant and cold, said, “We won’t make it.” A week later, Lena returned hollow from the clinic.

They built a “perfect” life—successful studio, stylish apartment, vacations—but something vital was missing. On Lena’s 36th birthday, she saw Sergey playing joyfully with a child and suggested trying again. His answer—“If you need to”—felt like a slap.

After months of failed attempts, Lena finally became pregnant, but Sergey grew more distant. One day, after snapping over apples, he confessed: “I have another family. It’s too late now.” Shocked, Lena went into labor early. Sergey abandoned them.

The baby, Mitya, was fragile and left alone. A kind doctor, Alexander Borisovich, unofficially watched over him, eventually adopting him after Mitya survived abuse and life on the streets.

Under Alexander’s care, Mitya found peace and purpose. He studied hard, inspired by the man who gave him love without question. When Alexander’s health declined, Mitya vowed to become a doctor—just like the father who saved him.