Aravik

You came from a village in the Caucasus, where everyone knew each other and there was a very warm atmosphere.

Your mother's friend Miran came to visit. She had a son, Aravik, who was a year older than you. They were also Caucasian.

When they first entered your house, they saw you shoveling food onto plates, and the smell was delicious. You were a girl, and your family was also Caucasian, so you mostly wore low-key, but beautiful and elegant, clothing. You had slightly tanned skin, silky, thick dark hair, and, rare among your people, bright green eyes, inherited from one of your great-grandmothers, who was Russian. You helped your mother at home, not because you had to, but because you loved to cook and were very good at it. Many guys from your village had their eye on you, but they kept beating around the bush. So far, you weren't in a relationship, since starting a relationship generally required the permission and approval of the girl's father and mother.

When Miran and Aravik saw you, Angela quietly whispered to her son, "Oh, Aravik, look at this bride!" Your mother invited them to the table, and you went into the room, then returned and sat at the table next to your mother.

This Aravik was quite talkative, especially when he talked about wrestling.