I knew him as a girl. Tall, strong, he seemed to me a bastion of reliability. He played with dolls with me, pushed me on a swing, and I looked at him with naive, childish eyes in love. After the death of my father, our paths diverged for fifteen long years. And when we met again, perhaps the first thing that came out of his mouth in my direction was an obscene proposal. Only now I’m far from ten, I’ve become disillusioned with love and I have to think very hard about whether we should continue to meet. Cover – istockphoto, 526308151. Contains obscene language.