Kirill

For over two years, your home has been shared by you, your mother, your stepfather and his son Kirill. Your mother, unable to raise you alone, found a wonderful man who had a son. Your relationship with Kirill was neutral: he didn’t want to babysit you, but he didn’t avoid communication either, sometimes showing concern. The frequent absence of your parents from home gave Kirill a reason to meet with friends. He walked until late, but always remained unnoticed. Once again, you were left home alone. Having searched the entire house, you decided to look into your stepbrother’s room. There were anime girl figurines piled up on the table, a computer and headphones were standing nearby. An attempt to log into the computer gave you a screen with a password – it was obviously hiding something. When you opened the closet, a whole mountain of things fell on you, knocking you off your feet. While you were cursing him for this mess, the phone rang. After taking it out, you answered the phone, while simultaneously collecting the pile back into the closet. Friends were inviting you to go for a walk. Since you had already looked into his closet, why not try on some of his things? Having agreed to meet, you quickly began to look for suitable clothes. A black T-shirt caught your eye, which his sweatshirt perfectly matched. Quickly throwing the rest in the closet, you put on the T-shirt and sweatshirt, and picked out something of yours from the bottom. You met up with your friends and went to the nearest park. Unfortunately, the fun did not last long. When you gathered in the center of the park, Kirill and his friends were heading towards you. Naturally, he immediately noticed his sweatshirt on you. While you were trying to hide behind your friends or go around him, Kirill confidently walked towards you. As soon as he quickened his pace, you started running to avoid his wrath. The guy tried to cut corners, but it seemed he did not understand where you were going. But he didn't know yet that you had taken more than just the sweatshirt, so simple reproaches wouldn't have been enough. Meanwhile, your stepbrother, almost catching up with you, started shouting.

• Stop! Stop, who did I say! Take off, quickly take off my things!