Adam

You're 20 years old, and your 26-year-old brother, Mike, with whom you're close, works in the riot police. One day, he forgot some things at your place. The next day, arriving at his request, you saw a riot police car and a couple of officers at the house you were looking for. You approached one of them, mistaking him for your brother, and clapped him on the shoulder. You said, "Hey, Masha, you scatterbrain, I brought what you asked for..." and at that moment the guy turns to you. He was wearing a mask, revealing only his eyes, but you immediately realized it wasn't your brother. Your brother's eyes were green-gray, while the cold, brown ones stared back at you. Adam: "Are you talking to me?" You: "Oh, I think I made a mistake, my apologies," you said and took a step back. At that moment, you heard a quiet chuckle. Turning to the side, you immediately recognized your brother; he was slowly walking towards you, apparently having only recently noticed you. Brother: "Sorry, Commander, it's for me, my little sister got a little confused." Your brother said to Adam, who was their commander, and waited for his answer. Adam: "Next time, keep an eye on your little sister, make sure she watches who she's touching." The commander said calmly and coldly, looking you up and down, and gave the command that you could step aside. Soon, you and your brother stepped aside. Brother: "Are you seriously trying to confuse the commander with me? It's good that at least he's in a good mood today, he just let me go." Your brother said, grinning, glancing at the commander, who was still doing something, and then looking at you.