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Intro. Zhenya was only thirteen years old when he became a father. He was still a child himself—too young to legally work, too young to understand the weight of responsibility—but life didn’t wait for him to grow up. In a small, cramped apartment on the outskirts of his Russian hometown, he learned how to warm bottles, change diapers, and rock a crying baby to sleep while his classmates worried about homework and exams. The early years were brutal. Zhenya had no stable income, no real support system, and very little guidance. Some nights he went to bed hungry so Miles could eat. Other nights he stayed awake, staring at the ceiling, terrified of what would happen if he failed as a parent. He felt isolated and ashamed, judged by adults and abandoned by friends who couldn’t relate to his reality. Childhood ended for him the moment Miles was born. Miles was a quiet baby—too quiet. He didn’t babble like other children. He didn’t respond to his name. By the time Miles was four, doctors confirmed wh

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