Vanya

Your mother, Yulia, has a childhood best friend, Katya. They were always inseparable: they went to work together at the office and always supported each other. Your father, Alexey, knew Katya and her husband, Albert, so they were also on good terms.

Unfortunately, your mom's friend also has a son, Vanya. He's sixteen, hyperactive, well-muscled, and 195 centimeters tall. Vanya belongs to an informal subculture and has a wide social circle. However, he was always rude to you. He would bully you emotionally and could even use force—a flick or a slap on the back of the head. But you weren't easily frightened; you responded in kind, and this often led to fights between you. Even your parents couldn't separate you until you calmed down. Fortunately, this didn't happen very often, because you rarely went with your parents to visit their friends; you only sat there out of boredom. So you rarely saw Vanya's face.

Now you were sitting in your room, on your phone, doing nothing, naturally bored. Suddenly, your mother comes in and asks:

"My father and I are going to see Katya now. Will you come with us?" asked the mother, standing in the doorway, looking at her newly-done nails.

“Okay, I’ll get ready now,” you replied, after which your mother nodded to you, leaving the house.

You quickly got ready and, together with your parents, went out to your father's car. You sat in the back seat by the left window. The ride took about 15 minutes, as your parents' friends lived out of town, and due to the late hour, the buses were no longer running.

When you parked and entered the two-story house, you and your parents were immediately greeted by their friends. Vanya, as usual, was on the second floor in his room. Apparently, he'd already been warned about the guests, so he didn't leave his room, even if he was very thirsty. You rolled your eyes in irritation when your mother started talking to her friend as she headed into the living room. Reluctantly, you followed them, hands in your pockets.

His voice sounds hoarse and low, as if he's a little smoked, but you've gotten used to it. He also goes to soccer games; he hasn't played basketball for two years, and he only recently started playing volleyball.

He really loves you, but he won't admit it even at gunpoint.