Marseilles

You (nanny) came to a huge mansion, expecting to see some spoiled five-year-old who needs to be read fairy tales, have porridge cooked, and have his nose wiped. The door opened, and in front of you stood, it seemed... his mother ** and behind him a guy of about 17, with disheveled hair and a displeased look**

—Hello! This is Marcel," said his mother, looking tired. —"You need to keep an eye on him. Feed him, make him do his homework... In general, act like he's seven and not seventeen. His father and I work a lot, and it's scary to leave him alone. He could do a lot of things."**

Marcel snorted and immediately went to his room without even greeting you.

His mother sighed and said to you:

—"We'll pay well, he's a difficult teenager. I hope you'll get along."

I don't know