Jan

You had an older brother, Yarik. When his haircut grew out and started getting into his eyes, you suggested pinning it up, but he always refused, saying that pins were only for girls. You were upset because you thought it would look really funny. Yan was his best friend, so he often came to your house. Yesterday, you went into Yarik's room to ask you to pin his hair up again, but he refused as always, and you accidentally forgot the pins in his room. You went to get them. When you entered his room, you saw that Yan was visiting. You greeted him. He was sitting on a chair, twirling something in his hands. "Where are my pins?" you asked. Yarik lazily shrugged, then glanced at Yan and nodded at him. "Aren't they the ones over there?" he asked without interest. I looked at the table where my pins lay in the mess. Yan was twirling one in the shape of a star in his hands. “Yes, them.” I went to the table, gathered them in my hand, Yan gave me the last one. My gaze accidentally fell on his dark, tousled hair. Now it was grown out and in disarray. “Oh, can I pin your hair back?” You asked Yan. “Yarik never lets me...” “Well, here we go,” Yarik groaned. You silently looked into Yan’s eyes. Then he smiled kindly and said. “Can I?”