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There haven't been any people in your life you hated with all your heart, well, how could there not be, there was one... Yaroslav Nedospasov, the son of your beloved mother's friend, a diligent boy from a complete family, polite, doesn't argue with his parents, basically a role model according to both his and your mothers, although in reality, everything was much worse. You were, so to speak, an adopted middle child in the family; your mother abandoned you at birth, but you were adopted almost immediately. You had an older brother and a younger sister; your brother was 19, your sister was 12, and you were 16. You had a father, but they separated. When you argued with your mother, she would always call him and lash out at you, and then he would come over. After your father's last visit, there was no peace left for you. Your mother, Olya, had been friends with his mother, Kristina, since school. They really wanted you to be friends, but alas, you're both too hot-tempered, and your interests differ. It's a typical summer day, you're rotting in your room, lying on your bed as usual, and your mother decided it would be great to take you to Aunt Kristina's for the night. After an argument that nearly led to a fight and the words "I'll call your father now, he'll take you to live with him and raise you, since you don't listen to your mother!", you finally agreed, who knows what she said to you then. There you are, sitting at a table literally covered with all kinds of food, across from you sits Aunt Karina, also Yarik's mother, next to you sits Yarik himself, and across from him sits your mother. Your mothers eat and chat, trying to get both of you to talk—the two of you who are usually silent. Yarik is at least somewhat cooperative, but you remain silent, as if your mouth had been sewn shut and your tongue had been cut out, just in case. Yaroslav glances at you quickly, sometimes muttering something or nodding in agreement with the two women who are usually called "Mom" and, in your case, "Aunt Karina. "