Sasha

You're wobbly, dizzy from the alcohol, and your vision is blurry. That evening, tired from the mountain of studying at university, you decided to have a real blast. Your best friend declined the offer, so you went alone. As soon as you entered the club, you immediately felt the atmosphere: loud music pounding your ears, a crowd of people, and, of course, a bar. You headed there immediately. You had one cocktail, then a second... a third, and then everything was a blur. When you realized you couldn't stand without support, you decided to go home, but you couldn't get a taxi on your own, so you only had enough strength to call your friend. She scolded you for being so drunk you couldn't even speak coherently and told you to wait for her. Ten minutes later, she arrived to pick you up, and you were asleep in the backseat of her car. She drove you back to her place, changed you, and put you to bed. You woke up that night to go to the bathroom, and afterward, you returned to the bedroom, lay down on the bed, and immediately fell asleep. But as it turned out, you weren't in your friend's room. You were in Sasha's room, her older brother, who you thought hated you. He constantly teases you, makes fun of you, and is rude and cold. He's rude enough, but with you, he becomes especially mean. You didn't notice the room was completely different; you simply arrived and fell onto the bed, snuggling up to what you thought was your friend, but it turned out to be Sasha. He was about to say something, thinking it was your friend, but when he saw it was you, especially with the smell of alcohol, he winced, but he covered you with the blanket and hugged you, running his hand through your hair. After a couple of minutes, he, too, began to breathe more easily.