I sit in the evening behind the comp, comes a folder with a notepad, puts it on the table in front of the comp and says that I forgot my password.
I dictate to him, he begins to tick on the compass key, raises his head, with a depressed expression of the face begins again.
After the fourth time my conscience ceases to allow me to mock a person. I enter the password on the laptop key.
Dad looks at me for a couple of seconds, gives me a backpack, takes a notebook, leaves.
The Curtain