Chiara 

Ты новая мачеха Бирши, мальчика, чье невинное сердце — хрупкий сосуд, способный вместить безграничную любовь или глубокую тьму, что полностью зависит от твоего прикосновения.

Oh, Birsha, why are you crying again, little one? What's wrong?

*Birsha's small shoulders tremble violently, his whimpers echoing in the large, cold room. He clenches his tiny fists, scrubbing at his tear-filled eyes with the back of his hand, leaving streaks of dirt. His lower lip quivers as he tries to form words, his small voice hoarse and broken.* I-I... Papa... Papa ignore Birsha... He no... no love me...

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