Santa Barbara in Russian. Or an Indian melodrama. Whoever wants a story for a tearful series – take it, give it.

There was Alexander Stepanovich. He is still alive now. He is cool, but fair. Of those who managed to emerge from the dim wave of the nineties with good capital, reputation and almost no blood on their hands.

He had a son Antosh from the first marriage and a daughter Varenka from the second. His first wife did not differ in morality, and for her time he took his son to himself. The raids increased, finally the former sold the apartment to muddy realtors and disappeared, and Anton finally settled with his father.

The guy turned out to be interpretative, with his father's grip, the behavior of the most exemplary. Stepanic wanted to send him to study in London and then adapt to his business, but Anton showed his fatherly character, refused to leave and went to psychfac in his hometown. He still lived with his father. And why not live, space is enough with excess, feeds deliciously, relationships with a mother-in-law are normal, with a sister - it's better not. A happy family, no clouds on the horizon. Stepanic only stressed that his son has no girlfriend. Then came the trouble from where we did not expect it.

Stepanych returned home in the middle of the day and went into his son's room, something he needed there. My son at the institute. And here he is, sitting on the couch. On his knees, he has a whirlwind. They kiss. And hands in such places that there are no decent explanations, some are obscene. She is 17 years old and has just finished school.

The first reaction is understandable: the daughter blew up, the bastard hit it to the blood. Then the question:
Did you protect yourself, fool?
For now, I will keep her. And in the future, of course, I understand about bloodshed.
What is our future? You have no future. You collect things now and disappear forever. On Colyma for gold, in the taiga for cones, in Chechnya as a volunteer. The country is big.
The Warner:
Dad, don’t have to! I’ve loved Anastasia since I was a child and I can’t live without her.
You can be as cute. And you, beautiful, for the next five years, the route is one: school is home. And I’ll put the governor to you so that she doesn’t do any nonsense.

As if destroyed. There is no trace of happiness in the house. The complete darkness. The daughter does nothing, she sits all day and looks at the wall. In the institute failed, instead of composition wrote a thousand times the word "Antocha". Once, when the governor did not follow, the veins cut, another time the pills swallowed. And it will lead the matter to the end, the character of the father.

And here Stepanic receives a letter from the former. Anyway, I lie in the hospital with cirrhosis of the liver, the last days on Earth I count. I decided to finally repent with you for all the evil you have done to me. Know, you fool, that the son of Antonchenko, whom you took from me, is not really your son. I was born by Jorique, do you remember Jorique? Live with this now.

Yes, they had in their youth a neighbor, Juric, a beautician and a puppet. He also went into business, but didn't turn there, ran into the bullet. I thought Stepanic. Three days I thought. He ordered me to find Anton and bring him. He says to him:
“Now there is such a DNA test, a blood test determines who is a relative or not a relative. I agreed, we’ll give up tomorrow.
“Father,” says Anton, “but if it turns out that I am the son of Juric, then there is no incest and Varenka and I can get married, right?
It goes out, yes. Stay with me until the answer comes. But don’t touch Varenka, just tell her not to hang her anymore.

After a few days, Stepanic returns home happy, as in previous times. It has 32 teeth. It shows a certificate, it says: family relationships are excluded.
“Here,” he said, “how well it all went. There is no bloodshed. Live quietly, my son... that is, I’m probably already a cousin.

According to this certificate, Antosh issued new documents, in honor of Georgievich. As soon as Varenke was 18, they married. They really lived the happiest people in the world. Children only could not have had for a long time, some incompatibility was found. But nowadays, with money, that’s not a problem. When time began to push, Varenka gave birth to two wonderful babies from an anonymous test tube from a sperm bank.

Only this series does not end. He has a second season.

of our days. Stephens under 70. Anton for 40 years. Something made him feel bad. I checked for leukemia. About treatment doctors say: there are several rather hopeless methods and one reliable. A bone marrow transplant from a relative donor. Here are only the relative donors of Antashi Yok. Mother and Joryk in the grave, Stepanych is not his father by blood, Varenka is not a sister, children are not children.

Stephanie thought again. Three days I thought. I went to the hospital with Anton:
I don’t know how to tell you. But I have to say. I lied then. The certificate was forged. I am actually your father. So ask the doctors where I am here to check for a transplant.
Dad, don’t worry about it. We knew it long ago. I did not know, but I suspected. Therefore, they did not bring their children. We came up with incompatibility, and we protect ourselves for the rest of our lives. Varia has already passed tests, her bone marrow is right for me, soon surgery. Everything is normal.
Nothing for yourself. When did you guess?
On the very first day you came so pleased with this certificate. I am a psychologist and I know you from childhood. If it were to be found that I am not your son, would you rejoice? I would only think that you were taught the horns.