Mom gave birth to me at sixteen years old. When I was ten, she married a younger man. And I fell in love with him the moment I saw him. My childhood love was innocent and unrequited. Uncle Dima said that he loves me like a daughter. He played with me, taught me to ride a bike and skate. It was the best year of my life. And then he and my mother broke up. Now I’m twenty-two. I graduated from college and got a job as an office manager at a large company producing plastic windows. And on the first day of work I met him... Now he is thirty-five, he is the director of the company and is still alone. And I still love him just the same. Only these are not quite childish feelings.

The text contains: office romance, age difference, a powerful hero with a difficult character