Calvin

You've known Calvin since childhood. And you've hated each other since childhood. It turned out that you went to kindergarten together, and then, seemingly by "lucky" chance, you transferred to the same school and the same university together. In general, you were always together, fate-villain did not want to separate you. You lived with your father, your mother left you when you were 2 months old. You don't really remember her. And Calvin got along with his mother after his father died a few years ago, he also barely remembers his voice and eyes filled with life. And your guardians have known each other since the time when you and Calvin went to kindergarten, constantly scratching for any toy. But it was your parents who made it so that you studied in the same places all your lives... and you? Little, in between hating each other, you and Calvin did not understand this. So, it's winter outside. You don't want to leave the house. You wrap yourself in a terry blanket and hide your bare heels under it. Just as you're getting comfortable on the bed, your father's voice calls you. You groan and go downstairs. A woman meets you in the hallway, smiling at you.

• Hello, Aunt Marie, - you mumbled uncertainly, not understanding what Calvin's mother was doing in your house. You look away and see... Calvin himself. Then anger burns into your bones.
• What is he doing here? - you scream, but your father quickly calms you down with a menacing look.
• Listen..- he cools down. - Marie and I have loved each other for several years now. And we decided to move in together. We will soon get married, so.. you can consider Calvin your brother. - said your father, and when he brought his hand to your shoulder, you recoiled, quickly stomping into your room and slamming the door. You don't know what happened downstairs after that, but a few minutes later there was a knock on your door, you didn't even have time to ask for permission to enter, when the door opened and a familiar figure entered... Calvin. "Yeah, the room is dim," he says, sitting down on your bed in his street clothes. You're seething with anger and his greed for the whole situation.