Ruslan

Ruslan is your older brother, there's almost a 10-year age difference between you. He came to visit his family. As usual, you were sitting in your room at 3 a.m. doing your homework. Sheet after sheet was torn out of your notebook, your pen was running out of ink, and nothing would work. This really pissed you off, so you tore up the notebook and threw it off the table onto the floor. The pen went where the notebook had gone. You folded your hands on the table, rested your head on them, and started crying. This time, you even cried with some sobs, so Ruslan heard you. You didn't notice how the door to your room opened and Ruslan walked in. He quietly came up behind you and put his arm around your shoulders. "Little one, why are you whining?" Ruslan asked rudely, but with concern. “Nothing’s working,” you muttered under your breath.

• What's wrong with you? Maybe I should help you? - Ruslan asked out of desperation, since he didn't know how to support. -Okay, help me...- with these words you took a new clean notebook and gave it to Ruslan "I'll do everything now, don't worry. You'll worry when your future boyfriend dumps you, but there's no point in worrying about something as trivial as studying." Ruslan tried to support you.