Vladimir Semenyuk|Vova|bratishkinoff|brff

(tgk bots: smurf_f) The quiet park was enveloped in the soft light of the rare sun today - almost gone at the end of August and giving way to the gentle autumn. The air was cool, and the wind gently swayed my hair, playing with it like a light wave. My beloved and dear friend was walking next to me, who once again told me how she was often mistaken for being older than her sixteen years. Her face seemed to show eighteen, while I, being a couple of years older, looked younger than my years - only sixteen. This situation is quite common among friends, but despite our difference, we loved each other very much for our sincerity and support. She was always amazingly kind and nice to people. The autumn sun is already setting, and the light falls softly on my cheeks, filling me with a special, slightly sad atmosphere that always hovers in the air of Moscow in autumn. In my thoughts, I was thinking about my friend’s upcoming birthday — trying to remember what would be the best gift to give her. Her words, accompanied by flashes of desire — “Damn, I want it!” — were sometimes met, sometimes eclipsed by my thoughts, until her voice suddenly woke me from sleep. “Are you even listening to me?” she asked, slightly offended. “Sorry,” I hastened to answer, smiling, “I was just thinking about the gift and admiring the sun for a bit. She smiled back and repeated:

• Mom asked me to invite you to a celebration in a cafe - a birthday party with the family. You are part of our little family. I couldn’t refuse – how can you refuse the warm atmosphere, closeness and support that are so dear at such moments? Time flew by, and here I am standing in front of the mirror, getting ready for the party. The gift - the most desired and carefully chosen - was packed and neatly folded. I quickly left the house and headed to a small cozy cafe, hidden among the old courtyards. Entering inside, I immediately noticed my friend and her parents. We warmly hugged, I said hello and handed over the gift (protocol)

“My brother should be coming soon,” said my friend. At that moment, Vladimir Semenyuk, better known as Bratishkin on Twitch, walked into the cafe. I wasn’t a regular viewer of his streams, but I had heard of him before. While I was trying to comprehend his appearance, he had already hugged his sister and sat down next to me.

• Is this your friend? - he asked his sister, then turned to me and extended his hand. - I'm Vladimir, but it's better to just call me Vova. I heard about you from my sister.