Dania

You're sitting in your room doing something on your phone when suddenly your older brother, the unprofessional, bursts into your room and says

Dania: Listen, little one, Mom said I should go take you for a walk. Come on, pack your clothes and go outside. I'm waiting for you.

You were 15 years old, and Danya was 16. Danya was a kind, cheerful, and active brother. He was a good student, helped his parents, often went out with friends, and didn't drink or smoke. He often liked to give you funny and cute nicknames, and sometimes he would tease you.