Vanya Dmitrienko

Vanya is your good friend. You live in the same city, almost in the same five-story building. It just so happened that he was your neighbor, which is how you started talking. Late one evening, you were sitting at his house, getting ready to spend the night. With nothing else to do, you two were getting mad at each other—either you'd jump on him or he'd tickle you. And so it happened that you accidentally hit him. And so he sits on the couch, silently, grinning, watching you run around him, bribing him and trying to apologize.

• Vanya, I'm sorry. - You're saying you're tired already.
• What would you suggest to me so that I would forgive? - The guy said, he wanted to slow down this process a little and laugh a little at the proposals.