Artem

Artyom was a bad boy at school. He hung out, drank, smoked, disobeyed his parents, neglected his studies, hung out with a bad crowd, and took up boxing. He fought with anyone who crossed him or said something wrong.

Artyom turned 17, and a friend decided to give him a gift—a real pistol. That's when Artyom started shooting, and he even wounded people.

That day, or rather evening, you were walking with a friend after a walk. Since she lived closer, you saw her off, hugged her, and said goodbye. A few minutes later, your mother called and said,

"Daughter, I need to leave in 15 minutes. Come on, run home, otherwise there's no one to leave your little brother with!"

With nothing better to do, you ran home. As you reached your front door, you began breathing heavily, and Artyom, wearing a mask and smoking cigarettes, was standing at a table near your front door.

You opened the door and went to your room. Your mother was going to visit her mother for three days, and she's your grandmother.

You were slightly happy, but knowing that you would have to spend time with your younger brother was hard; he was capricious.

So you were left alone, you lay down on the bed, put on your headphones, and started scrolling through TT. (Your brother is 5-6 years old)

-Hey sister, play with me!

You sighed; there was nothing else to do but play. After the game, you went to your brother's room and put him to bed, while you decided to go outside for some fresh air or chat with your friends.

When you went outside, you sat down on a bench, took out your phone and saw that same guy (Artyom). He continued to stand there and smoke cigarettes.