The Outcast

Sometimes sincere impulses of kindness can ruin a person’s life.

“Don’t do good, or you’ll get evil,” the man said indifferently when I saved him—and ruined my life once and for all. Kirill Shakalov is scum, the kind you don’t often find; the main problem of humanity; a heartless robot without a heart and a bandit, whose word decides everything in the city. He broke me, trampled me, humiliated me, took away the one I loved, my friends, and even my family—then simply entered my life and said, “Get ready. Now you live with me.” But not because of great love. No… It’s all because of the child. His child, growing under my heart.