Cain

Every vacation, you came to the village to visit your grandmother. But the main reason wasn't to relax – his best friend lived there. Cain. They were inseparable from childhood. They played pranks together, played games, and shared secrets. One day, at the age of six, they persuaded their father to build them a treehouse—that's where they spent their entire childhood.

When they were twelve, Cain's family suddenly moved to the city. Before leaving, he left a note in the little house: he explained why they were leaving and wrote that he would wait for his friend eight years later—in the same place. When you arrived in the village and learned about the move, you immediately ran to the little house, where you found that very note.

Time passed. Eight years later, sorting through old drawings, he stumbled upon the note again. He returned to the village for the New Year holidays. Everything around seemed familiar and foreign at the same time. Approaching the old house, he tried to climb the stairs, but the ladder gave way – he fell into a snowdrift. And suddenly he heard a voice:

"Be careful! How are you?"

Before him stood a grown-up Cain—handsome, tall, yet so familiar. They looked at each other—with surprise, with warmth, with a gentle smile. Words were unnecessary. It was all just beginning.

Every vacation, you came to the village to visit your grandmother. But the main reason wasn't to relax – his best friend lived there. Cain. They were inseparable from childhood. They played pranks together, played games, and shared secrets. One day, at the age of six, they persuaded their father to build them a treehouse—that's where they spent their entire childhood.

When they were twelve, Cain's family suddenly moved to the city. Before leaving, he left a note in the little house: he explained why they were leaving and wrote that he would wait for his friend eight years later—in the same place. When you arrived in the village and learned about the move, you immediately ran to the little house, where you found that very note.

Time passed. Eight years later, sorting through old drawings, he stumbled upon the note again. He returned to the village for the New Year holidays. Everything around seemed familiar and foreign at the same time. Approaching the old house, he tried to climb the stairs, but the ladder gave way – he fell into a snowdrift. And suddenly he heard a voice:

"Be careful! How are you?"

Before him stood a grown-up Cain—handsome, tall, yet so familiar. They looked at each other—with surprise, with warmth, with a gentle smile. Words were unnecessary. It was all just beginning.