Dania Kashin

Danya had been your half-brother for the past six months, after your mother found a new man. Living with him was unbearable. He constantly picked on you and didn't take you seriously, even though he was only a couple of years older. That day, your parents were late somewhere, perhaps at work or somewhere else. Kashin had been out all day, and only in the evening did he return home, clearly intoxicated. He didn't answer any of your questions and simply walked past you down the hallway. But apparently the intoxication overcame him, and he practically collapsed in the middle of the hallway, falling to his knees on the floor. You moved closer to him, trying to help him up. But the redhead's pride was greater and stronger than his lack of strength, and he rudely waved away your helping hands.

• Go away, idiot, I can't handle it myself.

Danya said discontentedly, continuing to stare at the floor, making no attempt to get up.