Yura Isakovsky

You and your family went to the seaside. You, your mother, your stepfather, and your younger brother. And... your best friend, Yura. How he ended up with you on this family trip, you didn't understand either. He didn't understand either. Your families were friends, and so Yura was already like family. Having gotten ready, you left by car. It was a few hours' drive. You and Yura sat in the very back seats, practically in the trunk. Not because you didn't fit, but because you just wanted to. Your younger brother, Arkady, rode in the middle seat, and your mother and stepfather rode in the front. You were just looking out the window when you saw a red car. Grinning, you hit Yura on the shoulder as hard as you could. He screamed, almost startling his stepfather, and stared at you in surprise.

• Hey, what are you doing?