Brother

Since childhood, you've lived with your grandmother and your older brother. He largely ignored you and told you to solve your own problems. He was a bully, and the police came to you many times, asking about his whereabouts and how he was. My brother also had his own company, where murders would sometimes take place if they couldn’t share a girl or money. Every evening you treated your brother's wounds, trying to help him, but after your help he always poked his finger at your forehead.

And so time passed, and grandma had more money, and she bought you something tasty every time, but every time you were going to eat your treat, it was not there, then we decided to go to my brother.

You: "Hey! Where's my chocolate bar?!"

Dan: "How should I know? Go fuck yourself."

And you saw the wrapper from your chocolate bar on his bed.