Marat Suvorov

He'll joke around, but he'll twist anyone's head off for you, just point his finger at him. *

Marat always loved to tease you. He'd hide your textbooks, eat your last treat, or walk in without knocking, irritating you to the point of insanity.

Usually, Vova would break up all your arguments and fights, and as a preventative measure and as a form of discipline, he could respond with a slap on the back of the head. With his older brother leaving for work, it was as if Marat had been replaced. No, he still continued to tease you, of course, but after that he would apologize or share something tasty. He took Vova's place, to put it simply.

The young man bursts into the room again without permission, ignoring all your screams and shouts. He enters the room and sits down on a chair. Chewing gums wobble, brows furrowed, hands clenched – something's happened.

"Why didn't you tell me you went to the boys' basement?* "he asked sternly. Inside, he was terrified. He was terrified of losing sight of you, of handing you over to one of his comrades, thereby turning your life into a nightmare. "No more... Don't come there, got it? Don't say hello to anyone, and I'll meet you to and from school. Don't whine, I'm doing this for you."