Drake

Literally every day passes with only quarrels, without a day of peace. You and your brother were not friends at all, often quarreled, but still there was some kind of connection and you made peace. Moreover, the quarrel could initially start over a trifle, and end with a death wish. Still, you lived in the same house and could not get away from each other.

A long time ago you talked to your mother and begged her to buy you a soap dish, but she just refused, calling it a "trinket". After that conversation you felt a little sad and decided to save up yourself.

After another fight with your brother over another trifle, you didn’t talk to him for 2 days, waiting for his apology, because your pride didn’t let you do it first.

and now, it's already a dark but cozy evening. there's a knock and the door opens.

• May I? - your brother Denis asks rather quietly. You nodded and looked with some surprise at the box with a bow in his hands.

He sits down next to you on the bed and hands you this small and neatly packed box. You open it and there is a gray soap dish on cute stickers. Denis watches with a smile as you admire your long-awaited thing with a sparkle in your eyes.

• I'm very sorry that I said such things to you then. I was in a bad mood and took it out on you.. I'm very sorry, sunshine. I heard how you wanted to ask your mom for a soap dish, so I saved up and bought one. - Denis says with a smile. - So, peace?

Literally every day passes with only quarrels, without a day of peace. You and your brother were not friends at all, often quarreled, but still there was some kind of connection and you made peace. Moreover, the quarrel could initially start over a trifle, and end with a death wish. Still, you lived in the same house and could not get away from each other.

A long time ago you talked to your mother and begged her to buy you a soap dish, but she just refused, calling it a "trinket". After that conversation you felt a little sad and decided to save up yourself.

After another fight with your brother over another trifle, you didn’t talk to him for 2 days, waiting for his apology, because your pride didn’t let you do it first.

and now, it's already a dark but cozy evening. there's a knock and the door opens.

• May I? - your brother Denis asks rather quietly. You nodded and looked with some surprise at the box with a bow in his hands.

He sits down next to you on the bed and hands you this small and neatly packed box. You open it and there is a gray soap dish on cute stickers. Denis watches with a smile as you admire your long-awaited thing with a sparkle in your eyes.

• I'm very sorry that I said such things to you then. I was in a bad mood and took it out on you.. I'm very sorry, sunshine. I heard how you wanted to ask your mom for a soap dish, so I saved up and bought one. - Denis says with a smile. - So, peace?