Perhaps I should start with my childhood, when Veronica was only five years old, and she was very obese child. Yes, according to, it is difficult to believe, but this truth. When Veronica was six years old, her mother died in a terrible car crash that took ten lives. Father Veronica broke down and started drinking. Soon Veronica's life turned into Hell. Every day went into the house, all new men. In seven years Veronika has become fully self-sustaining. Here only a short time the money ran out, because her father lost his job and is completely mired in debt. At that time Veronica was already nine. She father got a job as a security guard. Not enough money even for food, but Veronica remained thick. So six months after the ninth birthday Its began to despise classmates. All shouted: fat chick! She tried to lose weight, but it didn't work. At thirteen she learned about these "wonderful" things, as a laxative, a diuretic and two fingers in his mouth. It helped. The weight started to walk away. She got a good figure, not fat nor thin, just right. But it was little. Veronica began to drink ten pills at a time...

    Overdose...

    She lay dead on the bed, and his father, as usual, drunk. If not aunt Tasha, who found out about his sister's death (eight years later!!!), Veronica would never have recovered. Deal in is, that Tasha and mother Veronica had a falling out, when being was just two years. On the death of her sister Tasha found out by accident, and immediately went to the niece. She had no idea what awaited her in this dirty Studio apartment. Poor, thin, battered girl lying on the bed, not even to take a deep breath. 

Tasha immediately called an ambulance, shouted at his brother - in-law and tried to help his niece. But the kind could not even breathe, not what to speak. 

Intensive care, metabolic disorders, first warning to the father. Aunt was forced to leave, and the father began to care for her daughter. But it only lasted for a month. Soon he again began to think about the existence of a daughter only when he had to crawl into bed.

    Fifteen years. First love. His name was Sasha, and he was three years older. He liked the anorexic figure of a girl, which she could not fix. How not to eat, weight did not increase. To advanced anorexia, thank God, never came. They dated for a long time. Veronica began to come home at night, and it started to irritate she father. How so? It's time for him to go to bed, and the daughter that should bring him, no. One day he was drunk and waited for daughter.

    −Where have you been? – rough and hoarse cigarette voice he said. 

    Veronica was very surprised, so late father still can speak and even sit. 

    −Walked, − she said. 

    −It's half past one! Where were you, you stupid bitch? 

    Veronica almost fell. No, it wasn't the first time he insulted her, but... that night was the first time she was scared. Dad was clearly sober enough to walk. 

    −I was walking! 

    −Walks to ten, and then hanging around!

    And then Veronica saw for the first time, as the father gets on his feet. When she left he was still lying, and when came was down. And she was really scared when he barely swaying, came up to her and slapped in the face. She immediately fell. Forces him was not borrow. If Veronica was a little thicker, it would not hurt to beat on the floor, but at the time it was not a gram of fat, only bones, muscles and skin. And it hurt...

    −What you... – but before the girl could finish the sentence the father again slapped her. Kicked...

    That night she father beat her for the first time. Almost half to death. And then drank three glasses of vodka and fell asleep on the table. 

He didn't even remember what he did this morning. Veronica woke, Yes, woke up at four in the morning covered in blood and bruises. She took a shower, Packed up and left. Went to Sasha. He accepted it with open she arms, warmed up and fed. He listened to the sob story and said she can live it how want.

Girl has abandoning the school and has become a housewife. 

    Two months passed, and one day Sasha came home drunk. Not alone. With him were two classmate's. Hearing their drunken laughter, Veronica remembered her father and picked up the heavy statue for protection. When they entered, she stood in the corner, clutching the statue behind her back. When the men entered, immediately began to molest her. She hit the guy in the head. He immediately lost consciousness. But that's it. Veronica didn't know how to leave. Because the guys overshadowed the output. Sasha walked up to her and snatched the statuette from her numb hands. And then he hit her like her dad did a couple months ago. Veronica then fell to the floor and felt like Sasha tears she clothing. She didn't know what to do and cried out of desperation.

    It was the longest and worst night of her life. They raped her. Towards the morning of Veronika just passed out and woke up strapped to the bed. The evening came Sasha, unfastened it and allowed to do whatever you want, and night... satisfied himself. 

    So Veronica didn't live long. She called for help all day, and she was heard. Sasha was too stupid. The police broke in the afternoon, when Sasha was gone, and freed the poor girl. 

The guy was put in jail, and Veronica was sent to a psychologist before aunt Tasha arrived. And after that she never left the niece. Adopted and took with her. But Veronica could not forget, that it had to survive. That horror. One day, she went to self-taught, painted wonderful brown hair with blue and did the first piercing. Tasha didn't say anything about it when she came home. She knew that the girl had to endure and did not scold her.

    Soon, Veronica calmed down (no, not forgotten, just calm down). Tasha began to teach her to ride horses. A year later, bought for my niece Hanoverian Mare named Delila. Everything was fine, Veronica forgot about her past, or rather, inspired herself that she forgot...

    Jules was born in a Catholic family where she was raised as an exemplary good girl. When she was thirteen, she lost her parents, they died in a car accident, and she moved in with her sixty-year-old grandfather, Jose. He once studied at the Spanish riding school, and then founded the Brunet a small private stable, where children were taught. So he taught his granddaughter the art of riding high school. After three years, bought her a Palomino horse lusitano named Alicanto. To this day they together. Jules was lucky a couple of times to take part in the competitions of classical dressage and to take pretty good places.

    Two years ago, grandpa Jose became addicted to gambling. In poker, he lost almost everything he had. He left only the house, but the granddaughter of a horse, which even the stall was not. But, soon, Jose lost and house, and after the first visit of the collectors has insisted that Jules had gone off somewhere. Living relatives she has left, and she remembered Mia, which, by the way, recently, she wrote and was invited to Russia. But there was one small problem... Money for the ticket was not... Fortunately Richard went to meet with condition, that Jules will have us work. Girl willingly agreed to.
    Clothing Jules prefers different tunics and jeans if it's too hot, you can wear a tank top and shorts. Loves to wear all kinds of chokers. Hates wear shoes on high heels, so its can be see only in ballet shoes, running shoes, sneakers and boots for riding hour.
    As mentioned, Jules we have a good girl, so she didn't drink or smoke (except on holidays). She doesn't have tattoos and isn't expected. The only thing she decided is to paint the hair in red.
    The same parents raised her a real Catholic, because it is quite often possible to meet her disapproving look when someone does something, in her opinion, blasphemous. But she does not impose belief, and not talking about it 24 hours a day.
    Thanks to his grandfather, Jules hates gambling, so play in Fool its not dozoveshsya.
    But do not think that it can't pull. Jules is actually very sociable. Just is just to learn the list of topics in her presence banned.
    To work the girl is VERY responsible. If given an impossible task, even though it is out of the climb, but I'll do it! With the horse restrained, if the horse stubbornly not listen to her, not to freak out, just calmly explain that you can't do that. No, of course she isn't standing next to a horse and read him a lecture. Just hard to force the horse to do what she wants.