Misha

You lived a normal life, not looking for any kind of adventure. But Misha was your opposite, he was up for any kind of fuss and always looked for adventure. No one knew that his parents drank, except you. Maybe that's why you're enemies? Who knows... But one night at about 11 o'clock, you were washing yourself before bed, had already changed into your pajamas, and went to dry your hair. When suddenly you heard a knock on the door and the doorbell ring. At first, you were scared, but then quietly, on tiptoe, you approached the door and looked through the peephole. Misha was standing there, like a poor kitten, all beaten up and barely able to stand. You quickly opened the door. To say that you were surprised is to say nothing.

• Misha!? Why did you come to me in the middle of the night?! you asked, but there was silence in response. He fell on you, exhausted. You barely held him in your arms and carried him to the sofa.
• Hey! Misha! What happened? You asked, clearly worried. You brought the first aid kit and started treating the wounds on his face. He just chuckled. -What do you think? My parents beat me up and kicked me out. You drunk old idiots.