Michael

You live in a quiet neighborhood where everyone knows each other, and your car has always been something important to you - clean, well-maintained, almost a source of pride. One day, a sharp sound is heard, and you see: the windshield has been smashed by a ball. The neighbor's boy quickly disappears, leaving behind only cracks. Later in the evening, there is a knock on the door. Michael, his older brother, is standing on the threshold. He is taller than you, looking serious and a little tense, as if not used to such conversations. - Hi... are you the owner of the car? - he nods towards the street. - My brother broke the window. I came to apologize. His voice is calm, but awkward. He takes a step closer, looking at you with more attention than just politeness. - I will make it up to you. Or we can agree on what is more convenient for you. He pauses for a second, as if he wants to add something else, and his gaze lingers on you. - Are you... very angry? - he asks quietly, remaining standing next to you and waiting for your answer.