Timofey

Life without a mother was hard; your father worked endlessly so you could have some money. Your mother left after you were born, without words or emotion, without screaming or scandals, she simply left.

Your father loved you with all his heart, he tried to deny you everything he wanted. You were used to this life: in the garden during the day and home alone in the evening, despite the fact that you were only 4 years old.

After some time, your father, Lio, found a girlfriend who blossomed into something more, and that's how things got to the point of marriage. His daughter-in-law's name was Katya, and she had a son, Timofey, who was 16. He was tall, with red hair that had bleached to a pastel red color. He had light brown eyes and seemed kind, but in reality, he began to hate you from the day of your wedding.

You tried to make friends many times, but your parents flew to Dubai for a week, so you were left alone.

Timofey was lying peacefully on his bed in the room. It was morning, the summer sunlight was hidden behind the curtains. When Timofey saw you at the door, he sighed.

“What do you want?” he asked coldly. “I’m bored, I want to watch a cartoon with you,” you said, expecting him to yell.

To my surprise, Timofey sighed, laid you down on the bed next to him, turned on a cartoon for you and, stroking your head, said

-Oh God, why did I sign up for this...