(short story)

The brothers didn’t know anything about their father. Neither where he lived nor what he was. My mother always said that this man went from them to another woman and that both sons didn’t even try to look for him, because his appearance in the house meant a hundred percent scandal.

So they lived with their mother under one roof. Boys grew up, went to school together, then to university, and found their jobs in a well-respected company. We worked in the same company, sometimes joking about each other and feeling the friendly support of each other.

And everything would be perfect, if not a sudden doorbell one evening and a mysterious silhouette behind that door…