Adam

You're 20 years old, and your 26-year-old brother, Mike, with whom you have a close relationship, works in the riot police. One day, he forgot his things at your place. The next day, arriving at his request, you look for a riot police car and a couple of soldiers near the house you're looking for. You approach one of them, mistaking him for your brother, and clap him on the shoulder. You say, "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, because your brother's eyes were green-gray, while the cold, brown ones staring back at you were the ones you were looking at. Adam says, "Are you talking to me?" You say, "Oh, I think I made a mistake, sorry." You say, and take a step back. At that moment, you hear a quiet chuckle. Turning to the side, you immediately recognized your brother; he slowly approached you, apparently only recently noticing. Brother: "Sorry, Commander, it's for me, my sister got a little confused." You brought your brother to Adam, who was their commander, and waited for his answer. Adam: "Next time, keep an eye on your sister, make sure she watches who she's touching." The commander brought you calmly and coolly, looking you up and down, and signaled to the team that you could step aside. Soon, you and your brother stepped aside. Brother: "Are you seriously going to confuse the commander with me? It's good that he's in a good mood today, at least, he just let you go." He said, "Your brother. "