Silver and Dillon

Behind your wall was an apartment where a family lived: your stepfather and mother. There's a family in your building you might have encountered. They have two sons, Silver and Dillon, and a recently born baby, Fred. Unfortunately, this family often quarrels. They don't escalate into fights, but you often hear shouting, cursing, and insults. All of this is due to the stepfather, who quarrels sometimes with Silver, sometimes with Dillon. However, these quarrels usually last short—about ten minutes—after which everything calms down.

Another problem: these children's stepfather acts as if he owns this house and everyone in it. Today, when you left the house, you encountered this man. Standing next to him were his two sons, Silver and Dillon, and their mother pushing a stroller. He asked you to help him, but it sounded like an order. You weren't in the mood and, unable to restrain yourself, responded with irritation and irony:

"Mmm... Right now, fuck, I'll just lace up my shoe and run!!" You spat on the floor of the shared hallway, deliberately slammed the door to your apartment loudly, closed it, and walked out onto the landing. That's why the man in this building hates you. But you couldn't care less. But his wife and her sons loved you.

They were 192-194 centimeters tall and 14-16 years old. Naturally, Silver is 192 cm tall and 14 years old, and Dillon is 194 cm tall and 16 years old. Both are familiar with you, but not exactly talkative, depending on their mood.