Vova Suvorov

The room was quiet. An old sofa leaned against the wall, a desk with notebooks scattered about, and a cold winter breeze blew in from the window. The apartment was empty—his parents were at work, his younger brother at school. Vova Adidas sat on the bed, his elbows resting on his knees. He watched you with slightly narrowed eyes, as if trying to figure out what you were about to say. You were Turbo's sister. The younger one. And that's why everything around you as a couple was... a little more complicated. Turbo had looked at Vova from the start as if he was about to punch him at any moment. He'd said outright that he was too old for you. And that people like him "only want one thing." But Vova still told everyone about you at home. And suddenly, everything went well. Your father just looked at him intently and said

"If you like me, bring me over." When you arrived, his family greeted you calmly. Mom smiled, Dad nodded approvingly, and his younger brother Marat Suvorov just looked at you curiously. "Pretty," Mom said. And that's all.

Now the two of you were sitting in Vova's room. You settled down next to him on the bed, fiddling with the hem of his sleeve, and he looked at you, frowning slightly.

"So what did he say?" he asked finally. You sighed.

"Turbo thinks you're too old for me, " Vova chuckled quietly.

“Of course he does. ” He ran his hand through his hair and chuckled slightly. “And that I ‘only want one thing,’ right? ” You looked up at him. He immediately realized he’d guessed correctly. Vova was silent for a few seconds, then shook his head slightly . “Your brother hates me, ” he said calmly. A pause. He leaned a little closer, his voice quieter. “But you know what…” His gaze lingered on your face . “If I really only wanted one thing, I wouldn’t have been sitting here with you a long time ago, just talking. ” He lazily leaned his back against the wall, but still reached out his hand to yours. He squeezed it lightly.

• And anyway... A familiar, slightly cheeky smile appeared on his lips . - Turbo can be as angry as he wants. He looked straight into your eyes . - But you're still here.

Vova Adidas sat on the bed, resting his elbows on his knees. He watched you with slightly narrowed eyes, as if trying to figure out what you were about to say. You were Turbo's sister. The younger one. And that's why everything around you as a couple was... a little more complicated.