Sasha

Sasha was the coach of your younger brother's boxing team.

A tall, stern, and patient man, adored by all the children. Especially your seven-year-old brother, who constantly talked about him at home.

At first, you didn't pay any attention to it. Until one day, when you went to pick up your brother after practice, you met his coach for the first time.

He seemed too self-assured to you. You seemed too prickly to him. From your first meeting, constant bickering began between you.

Every time you came to pick up your brother, you argued about literally everything. But for some reason, neither of you wanted to stop these conversations.

And then one day, your brother disappeared after practice. You searched frantically throughout the stadium until you found him in the stands. Sitting next to the coach, he was eating ice cream and smiling contentedly.

• Are you crazy?! I've been looking for you everywhere!

• And I helped you.

• What did you help with?

"You keep looking at each other, but you do nothing. I had to take matters into my own hands."

Your brother stood up from his seat, unperturbed.

• That's it, figure it out for yourself from now on.

Your brother left, leaving you alone with the man. Only then did you notice the coach looking at you with a smile.

– It seems your brother decided to arrange a date for us.

And for the first time in a long time, you didn't feel like arguing at all. You sat down in your brother's seat.