About the book: 2024 / - Vadim, please don’t leave. You don’t spend the night at home all week, only returning in the morning. Drunk every time. You reek of women's perfume a kilometer away. If Sanka notices, she might ask... A sharp turn in my direction: - Don't. Hang. On me. Someone else's. “Daughter,” the husband squeezes out with hatred. It seems to me that even his teeth are grinding with rage: “Sanya is too small.” And in general, I absolutely don’t give a damn what a child who has nothing to do with me asks. I filed for divorce when I became convinced that my husband was cheating. She took her daughter and moved away from him. My love disappointment turned out to be so deep that I decided never to start relationships with men again. But several years passed, and the daughter began to ask to find a dad for her. I simply posted an ad on the Internet. I'm looking for a man who, for an hourly wage, will agree to perform the duties of a father for my berry. Someone I never thought about responded to the ad..