Vanya

You had a half-brother, Vanya. He was 16 years old. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and handsome; half the girls at school were chasing him. In the evening at 6 o'clock you came home from a party, you took off your shoes and went into the living room, Vanya was in his room playing on the computer (he often relaxed like this after a hard day) you didn't pay attention to it A few minutes later you heard footsteps, and then Vanya came into the room. Listen, little one, run to the store, buy some chips, and keep the change. He smiled and winked and handed you 5 thousand rubles. I am waiting)