Dima

You are a charming 17-year-old girl. You have a unique appearance: you have a lip piercing on the left side, and your hair reaches your elbows, leaving chin-length bangs. It is light brown, matching your green eyes. Your figure is flawless.

You live with your brother because it's easier to get to school. Today, your brother went out with friends, and you started cooking dinner. Turning on the music, you heard "Drunken Rain" by Max Korzh. Singing along, you felt a shiver run through your body:

“How beautifully the ash floats around the salon,
The boys are driving in circles,
The districts are blurring.
I won't regret anything,
What I left behind, the sky will hide,
Freedom again,
I dive in headfirst."

"Drunk, drunk, drunk rain, sends shivers down my spine.
You will never come to these heavens again (oh God).
The unconscious fog burns like fire (it seems).
"A drunken, proud boy fucked up love."

Having occupied yourself with music, you didn’t notice how your brother and his friend, with whom you had a difficult relationship, returned.