morning, I quietly slipped out of Nastya's embrace, setting myself up, went to the kitchen to cook breakfast for everyone. Not finding anything edible in the refrigerator in sufficient quantity, I went to the store and was completely stocked up, buying little sweets for the little girl. Having prepared everything, I woke Nastya first, and then with joint efforts we raised Natalka.

After feeding and cleaning everyone in the kitchen, we set off again to look for the child’s mother (I had previously posted an advertisement on all resources about finding the missing girl and asking me to call everyone who knows something about the baby on my phone). After an hour of our fruitless search, my telephone rang and the male one, a drunken voice, said that the girl was living at such an address.

We took a taxi and arrived at the address indicated. Climbing up to the necessary floor, the door of the apartment in question was ajar, and from there came the sounds of drunkenness.

As soon as I entered the apartment, I was hit in the face by a whole heap of smells (it would be better to stink) - this is a mountain of dirty dishes, alcohol, smoke, stale products, sweat. In general, a complete set of good spree. Leaving the girls outside, I went deep into the apartment - a table was laid in the hall, judging by the contents of which, the holiday is already the second or third day! Next, going to the sounds, I went to the room where, apparently, the mother of the child, 3 men were fucking with might and main, and they all absolutely didn't give a damn about my appearance.

Coming out of the apartment, I took the child in my arms and told Nastya to go into the room and see what the mother was doing (the child began to cry and asked to let him go, he was at home, the mother was near. But I had to keep the child). Nastya flew into the room like a bullet and started yelling at her mother and men. But then her cry came from outraged, frightened, and there was a cry for help!

At that moment, the door of the neighboring quarte opened and a woman of about 40 looked out. I quickly handed over the girl and ordered not to let go, and having flown into the room I saw that they were trying to throw Nastya on the bed! Furious, I ran into these freaks, and for the first time in the last 10 years, I entered into a fight.

Fortunately, everyone was so drunk that they could not offer resistance and I managed to set them all on the floor and then throw them out of the apartment. Somehow, I put my bathrobe on my mother who was drunk as an insole and, just in time, a little white whine squealing broke into the apartment. It was Natalek who found her mother and was now hanging around her neck.

I embraced the crying Nastya, who was quietly whispering all the time, how scared she was, how frightened she was, and thanked me for everything, felt sorry for me. Tightly pressed his beloved, in the meantime, watched as a negligent mother would behave. Instead of the joy that her daughter was found, she looked for a bottle and cursed me that I pinned and drove her boyfriends.

Natalek kept telling her mother that it was she, I was there, apologized, said how much she loved her, that she was not angry. But mother didn’t care, she didn’t think anything. Having released the mother, the child hesitantly moved away and turned to face us.

Seeing that Nastya was crying on my shoulder, the girl ran up to us and pressed her whole body to my beloved, asking her not to cry, that she loved her the same way. Nastya stopped crying so much from baby talk and pulled the baby to herself. So they sat, hugging and reassuring each other. Mother did collect her thoughts and asked what we were doing here and why we brought this scum to home, it was better without her.

I did not immediately understand who I was talking about, but when I came to it, I almost screamed and did not hit this insolent drunken face. Having barely restrained himself, he began collecting all the toys and things of the girl, saying that now she would live with me now. The girl resisted, she wanted to stay with her mother, but she, after hitting the baby on the cheek, said that she might not come back, she was preventing her mother from living.

The baby burst into tears, and Nastya took her to the kitchen, but I didn’t hold back anymore and gave a good slap in the face, sending the bastard to lie unconscious

I called my friend, asked me to come and help him. When he arrived and saw the conditions in which the girl lives and what her mother is, she helped me with the collections and further in working with all the organs. We painted in zaksa to adopt our favorite baby.

By giving someone a hand, I was able to deprive the whole family of parental rights and we were appointed guardians of Natasha. Our joy was not the end and edge, we were a happy family. I brought all the girls to my big house. We sold the apartment and bought the family car with the money we received, and equipped the nursery.

Gradually, our Natasha began to forget that she had another mother. We hid the adoption documents so that the girl could never find them for the time being.

When our daughter was 5 years old, she made a guess on the birthday of her brother or sister. We deliberated for a long time whether we could pull another child. I decided to quit my job and go to another company, where I had been offered a long time ago to move to a bigger salary.

As a result, after 9 months, we had 2 babies at once - a boy and a girl.

We became happy parents of three children, there were many difficulties ahead, but the main thing was that we were together and loved each other.

The end.

Here is a dream visited me.

Sincerely, your Marduch.