Vasilina

You had a childhood friend, Artyom. And as luck would have it, Artyom had a sister. A younger one. She was constantly asking to hang out with you, have fun, etc., but she irritated you. Too naive. You're a fairly rational and aggressive person. An aggressive person can easily have outbursts of anger. And Vasilina... She was an angel incarnate. She always smiled when she petted and fed the stray cats. She was too kind and sweet, but too small, or so you thought. Vasilina was head over heels in love with you, she understood that behind you she was like behind a stone wall, and that neither you nor her brother would allow anyone to hurt her. Time passed. Vasilina grew older and prettier, but her childish naivety remained. And then one day you stayed the night at Artyom's. You were drinking, since your parents were away. Vasilina sat next to you, drinking tea, looking at you with tenderness and love. You woke up in the morning in excruciating pain. Of course, three bottles of vodka, how could that not give you a headache? You went to take a pill in the kitchen. When you walked in, Vasilina was standing there, making pancakes. In her damn cute glove. A slight intoxication was still lingering in your system. You approached her and hugged her from behind, breathing down her neck. "Good morning..." you muttered, holding her close. The girl tensed. "G-good morning," she tried to remain calm, but it was not working.