On the city’s quiet edge sat a modest little spot known as “Corner.” It never aimed to impress the trendy crowd but won over the hearts of locals with its warm, homey feel. Alina had been working there for three years.

The night before her next shift, she moved from table to table, wiping them down, her mind consumed by the looming rent. Money had been tight ever since her mother passed. She’d picked up extra shifts, and her once-bright dream of going to college had slowly slipped away.

— Alina, wake up! The guests will be arriving soon, — came the voice of Zina, the experienced, elderly cook.

Startled, Alina hurried off to the kitchen. Strict but fair, Zina always treated her warmly, feeding her during lunches and occasionally giving her some baked goods.

— Coming, Zina Petrovna! — Alina replied, straightening her apron.

The day passed slowly: guests arrived and left the café, and she continued to perform her duties — taking orders, engaging cordially with clients, and serving food. By the end of the day, her legs reminded her of the long hours of work.

When there was little time left before closing, the door creaked open, and a man in an impeccable suit entered. His expensive accessories, especially his watch, spoke of significant wealth. He chose a seat by the window, pulled out his phone, and began typing something quickly.

Approaching with a notepad, Alina politely inquired about his order. The man looked up, and something like surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he recognized someone from his past.

— Bring me a double espresso, — he said, continuing to scrutinize the young woman intently.

This somewhat embarrassed her. She hurriedly jotted down the order, still feeling his persistent gaze upon her.

When it came time to settle the bill, Alina noticed a large banknote tucked under the receipt — she had never received such generous tips before. When she tried to return the money, she heard only a soft phrase: “Keep it, you deserve it.”

The following days repeated monotonously: the man came in, ordered coffee, and left generous tips. Zina Petrovna, noticing yet another gift of fate, asked with concern, “What does that gentleman want from you?”

— I have no idea, — Alina shrugged. — He just comes in, drinks coffee, and leaves money.

— Be careful, girl, — warned the cook. — Rich men don’t throw around their generosity like that.

Indeed, the man made no attempts to initiate conversation or show any ill intent. He simply came, observed, and left generous sums.

One evening, he left an amount equal to Alina’s monthly earnings. Unable to contain herself, she chased him down in the parking lot.

— Wait! — she exclaimed, holding the money in her hands. — What does all this mean?

The man turned, and in the light of the streetlamps, his face appeared weary.

— My name is Pavel Andreevich, — he said after a pause. — Let’s meet tomorrow at the café “Melody.” There, I will explain everything.

— Why? — Alina asked in surprise.

— I will tell you tomorrow, — he replied, opening his car. — After work. It’s important for both of us.

That night she spent without sleep, pondering the possible reasons for such generosity. In the morning, she called her friend and told her about the strange man and the upcoming meeting.

— Are you out of your mind? — her friend cried in alarm. — What if he’s a dangerous person?

— In such a suit? — Alina smirked.

— Even worse! — countered her friend. — Send me his address, send me his photo, and call every half hour!

After work, Alina headed to “Melody,” where Pavel Andreevich was already waiting for her at a table in the corner.

— Hello, — she began as she sat down opposite him. — Enough with the riddles. Explain.

Pavel Andreevich sighed, his hands noticeably trembling.

— I’ll get straight to the point… I am your father, Alina.

The young woman froze, rendered speechless. She had always believed that her father had abandoned them and never looked back.

— This can’t be, — she finally whispered.

— Your mother — Natalia Sergeyevna? — he asked. — She worked as a nurse in a hospital?

Alina nodded, feeling a tightness inside.

— Why? — she managed to choke out. — Why did you leave us?

On the city’s quiet edge sat a modest little spot known as “Corner.” It never aimed to impress the trendy crowd but won over the hearts of locals with its warm, homey feel. Alina had been working there for three years.

The night before her next shift, she moved from table to table, wiping them down, her mind consumed by the looming rent. Money had been tight ever since her mother passed. She’d picked up extra shifts, and her once-bright dream of going to college had slowly slipped away.

— Alina, wake up! The guests will be arriving soon, — came the voice of Zina, the experienced, elderly cook.

Startled, Alina hurried off to the kitchen. Strict but fair, Zina always treated her warmly, feeding her during lunches and occasionally giving her some baked goods.

— Coming, Zina Petrovna! — Alina replied, straightening her apron.

The day passed slowly: guests arrived and left the café, and she continued to perform her duties — taking orders, engaging cordially with clients, and serving food. By the end of the day, her legs reminded her of the long hours of work.

When there was little time left before closing, the door creaked open, and a man in an impeccable suit entered. His expensive accessories, especially his watch, spoke of significant wealth. He chose a seat by the window, pulled out his phone, and began typing something quickly.

Approaching with a notepad, Alina politely inquired about his order. The man looked up, and something like surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he recognized someone from his past.

— Bring me a double espresso, — he said, continuing to scrutinize the young woman intently.

This somewhat embarrassed her. She hurriedly jotted down the order, still feeling his persistent gaze upon her.

When it came time to settle the bill, Alina noticed a large banknote tucked under the receipt — she had never received such generous tips before. When she tried to return the money, she heard only a soft phrase: “Keep it, you deserve it.”

The following days repeated monotonously: the man came in, ordered coffee, and left generous tips. Zina Petrovna, noticing yet another gift of fate, asked with concern, “What does that gentleman want from you?”

— I have no idea, — Alina shrugged. — He just comes in, drinks coffee, and leaves money.

— Be careful, girl, — warned the cook. — Rich men don’t throw around their generosity like that.

Indeed, the man made no attempts to initiate conversation or show any ill intent. He simply came, observed, and left generous sums.

One evening, he left an amount equal to Alina’s monthly earnings. Unable to contain herself, she chased him down in the parking lot.

— Wait! — she exclaimed, holding the money in her hands. — What does all this mean?

The man turned, and in the light of the streetlamps, his face appeared weary.

— My name is Pavel Andreevich, — he said after a pause. — Let’s meet tomorrow at the café “Melody.” There, I will explain everything.

— Why? — Alina asked in surprise.

— I will tell you tomorrow, — he replied, opening his car. — After work. It’s important for both of us.

That night she spent without sleep, pondering the possible reasons for such generosity. In the morning, she called her friend and told her about the strange man and the upcoming meeting.

— Are you out of your mind? — her friend cried in alarm. — What if he’s a dangerous person?

— In such a suit? — Alina smirked.

— Even worse! — countered her friend. — Send me his address, send me his photo, and call every half hour!

After work, Alina headed to “Melody,” where Pavel Andreevich was already waiting for her at a table in the corner.

— Hello, — she began as she sat down opposite him. — Enough with the riddles. Explain.

Pavel Andreevich sighed, his hands noticeably trembling.

— I’ll get straight to the point… I am your father, Alina.

The young woman froze, rendered speechless. She had always believed that her father had abandoned them and never looked back.

— This can’t be, — she finally whispered.

— Your mother — Natalia Sergeyevna? — he asked. — She worked as a nurse in a hospital?

Alina nodded, feeling a tightness inside.

— Why? — she managed to choke out. — Why did you leave us?

On the city’s quiet edge sat a modest little spot known as “Corner.” It never aimed to impress the trendy crowd but won over the hearts of locals with its warm, homey feel. Alina had been working there for three years.

The night before her next shift, she moved from table to table, wiping them down, her mind consumed by the looming rent. Money had been tight ever since her mother passed. She’d picked up extra shifts, and her once-bright dream of going to college had slowly slipped away.

— Alina, wake up! The guests will be arriving soon, — came the voice of Zina, the experienced, elderly cook.

Startled, Alina hurried off to the kitchen. Strict but fair, Zina always treated her warmly, feeding her during lunches and occasionally giving her some baked goods.

— Coming, Zina Petrovna! — Alina replied, straightening her apron.

The day passed slowly: guests arrived and left the café, and she continued to perform her duties — taking orders, engaging cordially with clients, and serving food. By the end of the day, her legs reminded her of the long hours of work.

When there was little time left before closing, the door creaked open, and a man in an impeccable suit entered. His expensive accessories, especially his watch, spoke of significant wealth. He chose a seat by the window, pulled out his phone, and began typing something quickly.

Approaching with a notepad, Alina politely inquired about his order. The man looked up, and something like surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he recognized someone from his past.

— Bring me a double espresso, — he said, continuing to scrutinize the young woman intently.

This somewhat embarrassed her. She hurriedly jotted down the order, still feeling his persistent gaze upon her.

When it came time to settle the bill, Alina noticed a large banknote tucked under the receipt — she had never received such generous tips before. When she tried to return the money, she heard only a soft phrase: “Keep it, you deserve it.”

The following days repeated monotonously: the man came in, ordered coffee, and left generous tips. Zina Petrovna, noticing yet another gift of fate, asked with concern, “What does that gentleman want from you?”

— I have no idea, — Alina shrugged. — He just comes in, drinks coffee, and leaves money.

— Be careful, girl, — warned the cook. — Rich men don’t throw around their generosity like that.

Indeed, the man made no attempts to initiate conversation or show any ill intent. He simply came, observed, and left generous sums.

One evening, he left an amount equal to Alina’s monthly earnings. Unable to contain herself, she chased him down in the parking lot.

— Wait! — she exclaimed, holding the money in her hands. — What does all this mean?

The man turned, and in the light of the streetlamps, his face appeared weary.

— My name is Pavel Andreevich, — he said after a pause. — Let’s meet tomorrow at the café “Melody.” There, I will explain everything.

— Why? — Alina asked in surprise.

— I will tell you tomorrow, — he replied, opening his car. — After work. It’s important for both of us.

That night she spent without sleep, pondering the possible reasons for such generosity. In the morning, she called her friend and told her about the strange man and the upcoming meeting.

— Are you out of your mind? — her friend cried in alarm. — What if he’s a dangerous person?

— In such a suit? — Alina smirked.

— Even worse! — countered her friend. — Send me his address, send me his photo, and call every half hour!

After work, Alina headed to “Melody,” where Pavel Andreevich was already waiting for her at a table in the corner.

— Hello, — she began as she sat down opposite him. — Enough with the riddles. Explain.

Pavel Andreevich sighed, his hands noticeably trembling.

— I’ll get straight to the point… I am your father, Alina.

The young woman froze, rendered speechless. She had always believed that her father had abandoned them and never looked back.

— This can’t be, — she finally whispered.

— Your mother — Natalia Sergeyevna? — he asked. — She worked as a nurse in a hospital?

Alina nodded, feeling a tightness inside.

— Why? — she managed to choke out. — Why did you leave us?

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