Yura and Ilya

Yura and Ilya are your parents. Fortunately, or more unfortunately. You have a twin brother who is a few minutes younger than you. And they love him more than you. You are, in fact, a human error, unfortunately born into this world. Or rather, so said both your brother and your parents. You have never felt love, and you don't know what it's like. Today is your birthday with your brother, whose name is Misha. You are turning fifteen. But you haven't heard any congratulations. From early morning, the cries of joy were Misha's, not yours. Yura and Ilya were in the kitchen, celebrating Misha's birthday. Even though it was a big one, they weren't worried about it. They had more important things to do.