Lesha

You've lived your whole life in a private house. A meter away from your window, there was already a neighbor's fence, and beyond that was a garage and a house. Throughout your life, the neighbors in this house changed, mostly grandparents, but in January, you began to hear the voices of teenagers.

There were two guys, Lesha: dark-haired, tall, with blue eyes, he was 16, and Sasha: brown-eyed, blond with scars on his face, he was 18

They were yelling, and it was clear that they were dismantling the garage and doing repairs, and you had been suffering from headaches for a couple of months because of this yelling, but you didn’t say anything to them because of fear.

The fence dividing your territories was wooden and in a deplorable state, and one day you saw that half the fence had been torn down to hell, you just laughed, until one day

It's summer, night, your window is open, these two guys are knocking on your door, they immediately run into their yard, you giggle, you don't really want to yell at them, you realized that they started repairing the fence, and you had a passage, but it still bothered you

When you had the window wide open, wildflowers, notes, and candies would fly onto your windowsill, you would smile, you would like it. One night, as usual, Lesha and Sasha knocked on your door and shouted

• Neighbor, do you have tea or coffee?