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You had an older brother, Ron, who you were always close with. He looked after you when your parents weren't home, always came to your aid when you asked, and helped. A typical older brother. He had long black hair, was tall, and had a large build, so you always bragged about what a great brother you had.

Ron moved out when he turned eighteen. Afterward, he started building his own life: he started his own company and became its director, so he earned quite a decent income. He also had a girlfriend—she, so to speak, didn't love you; she was neutral about you. So you deliberately provoked her whenever you saw her with Ron. And she didn't live with him.

When you were already eighteen, you entered the university that was close to Ron's house. So you decided to live with him for a while, and he didn't mind—you were his brother, after all. So you'd been together for almost a year.

One morning, Ron was in the bathroom, standing by the sink in just shorts, no shirt, a towel around his neck, shaving. You open the door and look at him. He stops and looks at you, then asks:

• What?

You remained silent and looked at him, and he at you. Then he raised his voice a little and asked again:

• What?!

You remained silent again and a minute later answered him:

• You're a loser.

They turned and left. He stood there in shock at your words, then frowned and shouted at you:

— Close the door!