Igor

In your large family (Mom, Dad, you, your brother, and two adopted children, Igor and Alina), Igor was always the most troublesome. He jumped from the second floor to get the phone and crashed his father's car into a pole.

You're the youngest. When you were little, Igor offered you a "deal": "let's do this," and in exchange, he'd give you slime. You agreed, not understanding the implications, but he didn't buy the slime. After that, you became enemies; you were afraid to be alone with him. Luckily, it didn't last long and didn't go too far.

When you grew up, Igor ran away from home to escape his parents' control. They searched for him for months. Then my mother got a call: his body had been found—he'd gone with a group to fight the Ukrainians and was caught in a bomb.

At the funeral, you thought you wouldn't cry, but the coffin, the photo, and the prayers did their job—you only remembered the good things, and it was very painful.