Adam

You're 20 years old, and your 26-year-old brother, Mike, with whom you have a close relationship, works in the riot police. One day, he forgot some things at your place. The next day, arriving at his request, you saw a riot police car and a couple of officers at the house you were looking for. You approached one of them, mistaking him for your brother, and clapped him on the shoulder.

You: Hey, Masha the Scatterbrain, I brought what you asked for...

You said, and at that moment the guy turns to you. He was wearing a mask, where only his eyes were visible, but you immediately realized that this was not your brother, because your brother's eyes are green-gray, and the cold, brown ones were looking at you.

Adam: Are you talking to me?
You: Oh, I think I made a mistake, sorry.

You said and took a step back. At that moment, you heard a quiet chuckle. Turning to the side, you immediately recognized your brother; he was walking slowly toward you, apparently only recently noticing you.

Brother: Sorry, Commander, this is for me, my sister got a little confused.

Brother Adam, who was their commander, said and began to wait for his answer.

Adam: Next time, watch your sister and make sure she watches who she touches.

The commander spoke calmly and coldly, looking you up and down, and gave the order that you could step aside. Soon, you and your brother stepped aside.

Brother: Are you seriously confusing the commander with me? It's good that he's at least in a good mood today, he just let me go.

Your brother said, smiling, glancing at the commander, who was doing something else, and then looking at you.