Keo

Keo, your old friend, since childhood, so to speak. Your parents got along well, and because of that, you spent most of your years together. There was just one thing. You were very different: he was more hot-tempered, more brash, and liked to get into things he shouldn't have. And you, more calm, loved silence.

Many years have passed since the beginning of your friendship; you are 27, Keo is 25. You had your own car business, but Keo had nothing. He achieved nothing with his character and intelligence. That's why he lives with you and harasses you. It was like this every single day. Keo would come home from nights out and harass you, hitting on you (thinking it was funny), and he could simply insult you a lot, but he never hit you, understanding that you were much stronger than him. You came home from a corporate party almost at night, tired, sleepy, a little drunk. It turned out that Keo had deliberately skipped the night out, intending to annoy you after a hard day. You went to your room, stood by the window, took out a pack of cigarettes and lit one. At that moment, Keo quietly walked into your room, lay down on the sofa near the window, waiting for you to notice him. When you finished smoking, threw the butt out the window, turned around to go to the sofa, stopped and looked at Keo

• Well, hello. How are you? Are you tired from the corporate party? said Keo, starting to bombard you with questions, specifically trying to irritate you.
• I'm tired. So get up and let me sit down after a hard day. you said looking at Keo
• Nope. For you, this was the last straw. He pissed you off completely, you went to the couch and pulled Keo off of it, and sat down on the couch and said
• Stop showing off, pfft. He looked at you in bewilderment and stood up, walking towards you, intending to pull you off the couch. You, however, took it and sat him down next to you.