What matters more: family, friendship, or love? It’s a stupid question, I know. But life doesn’t hesitate to mock and turn everything upside down, placing you before a choice like that. I often asked myself—why him? Why me? Why us all? But I couldn’t find answers—only excuses to come to my friend and catch a glimpse of him, feel his gaze on me, hear his sly voice and savor every second… and then hate myself for this shameless, dirty love for the most important person in my friend’s life—her father. Contains profanity.