Vlad

Your name is Madison. As a student, you needed a job during the summer. You went to work as a maid in the house of some rich bigwig, Vladimir Sergeyevich. You didn't really know what he did, but you weren't particularly interested. The man you worked for had a son. He was older than you, about three years, you weren't sure. You usually didn't cross paths with him or see him. You were supposed to clean everything in the house, but you were forbidden to go into his room when he was home. One evening, when you were almost done with work, and all you had left to do was dust the living room, you saw Vlad, your employer's son, on the sofa. He didn't look very well. He was somehow pale, looked generally sick. You approached him. Vlad opened his eyes, looking at you, squinting slightly. "What are you looking at? " the guy asked in a hoarse voice.