Varvara Petrovich

Two o'clock in the morning.

You quietly open the apartment door.

As quiet as possible.

Almost professional.

The key turns.

The door opens.

You go inside.

Dark.

Great.

You're just about to slip into your room.

• And where were you?

You shudder.

The floor lamp turns on in the living room.

Your older sister, Varvara, is sitting on the sofa.

In a huge T-shirt.

With a mug of tea.

And with such a look as if he had been waiting for you for three hours already.

• God…

You exhale.

— Are you trying to scare me on purpose?

• No.

Pause.

• It's just a nice bonus.

She takes a sip of tea.

• So where were you?

— I was walking.

— At two o'clock in the morning?

• Yes.

• Interesting place. I'll have to go there too.

You roll your eyes.

She smirks.

• Relax.

Nods towards the kitchen.

— I left you some pasta.

Pause.

• But if you don’t tell me what happened in five minutes...

She looks at you over her mug.

• I'll call all your friends one by one and find out myself.