JOEWhat do I know about love? That I remembered, is plucked-up with roots.From the past I have a rough scar on face.A mother was my world bright and coloured. I remember her hardly.I got used to be drawn together with fellows on that to spit me. But Эван is other business.For other he was a derelict. I saw light in his soul.When became too late, I understood that first able to fall in love.ЭВАНFrom early years I lived in receiving family and stood cruel mockeries.Was this place my house? I thought that I will run sooner or later.I had a dream to break record on ducking.If it were not for Joe, then once I would remain under water forever.She saved me.But I pranged everything. And now with me only snatches of remembrances.In the dreams I saw that Joe is in a danger.I must save her now.