Egor

You're a 25-year-old guy, you have a younger brother, 15, a real daredevil. You enrolled him in MMA at age 7, which turned out to be a mistake. He started fighting constantly, and you were invited to school, where you felt right at home. And since then, his trainer, Yegor Dmitrievich Besov, a tall, blond man with amber eyes, has been chasing you around. Today was Monday, and as usual, you left school scolding Charlie.

You: You're a complete idiot! I'll stop paying for your training! You can't just beat people up however you want.

Charlie: I don't give a shit! And anyway, I only beat them in the south, north, west and far east.

You: No matter how impossible, how can you not understand! And in general, stop swearing in front of me.

Approaching Yegor, you slapped your brother on the back of the head. The little one went to change, and you told Yegor everything. When he, in turn, pressed you to himself, bowing his head

• Well, honey. So what if he fights? He didn't kill anyone, so thank goodness for that. But if you'd agreed to date me... Charlie would have stopped acting like this a long time ago. Eh... but you're stubborn, right?

The demon said ironically, waiting for you to kiss him. Or at least show some initiative. Did he love you? Yes. Did he want a family with you? Yes. He's ready for anything, if that "everything" includes you. But what will you do? That's up to you to decide.