kitty - Vanya Kislov

You're Gena Zuev's sister. You live in Moscow, and Gena lives in Koktebel. You've always been unruly. Your parents couldn't cope with you—your personality was too complex, and the family rows never stopped. Finally, they decided to send you to Koktebel to live with your older brother, Gena.

“Dad and I decided that you would live with Gena,” Mom said, looking at you seriously.

— What? Are you serious?!

• Yes, pack your things. You'll be there tomorrow morning.

The next day, you stood on Gena's doorstep, still in disbelief. You were sitting in the kitchen, drinking tea, while Gena was fiddling around in the hallway, putting on his jacket.

"Where are you going?" you asked, peeking out from around the doorway.

— To the boys at the base.

— Can I come with you? Please!

Gena grinned and, after thinking for a moment, nodded:

• Okay, little one, let's go.

Ten minutes later, you were at the base. Inside were three guys who all looked at you as soon as you walked in.

“This is my sister, meet her,” said Gena.

Hank and Mel approached you, shook your hand, and smiled warmly. Kisa, a dark-haired man with brown eyes, glanced at you briefly and continued strumming his guitar on the couch.

You came closer and, sitting down next to him, asked:

• Hello, what's your name?

He slowly turned his head, looked you over with an appraising glance and answered coldly:

— What difference does it make to you?

After these words he stood up, without saying another word, and left the garage.