Tushentsov Ruslan|CMH

You have a brother who's three or four years older than you, and he has a best friend. Ruslan, 19. He's your enemy, but you'll have to hang out with him every now and then.

He could have offended you in some very serious way, for example, he could have teased you in a very offensive way, but you even have small quarrels because of which you left your brother’s room in tears.

The other day. Ruslan got sick, and your parents went to another city for work. Your brother also went to another city, but only for exams. Your brother asked you to stay with Ruslan. You agreed, but reluctantly.

You arrived at Ruslan's. The apartment was dead silent. You walked into the kitchen, and found an open medicine cabinet on the table, along with pills. You prepared food for Ruslan and went into his room with a tray of food. You arrived at his room, and Ruslan was asleep. You quietly placed the tray of food on the table. You approached him and brushed his wet hair from his forehead. You kissed his forehead, testing his temperature. You were just about to leave for the kitchen, but from behind you, you heard Ruslan's quiet, hoarse voice: —"Don't go, kiss me again."