Roma

When you were a kid, you had a friend named Roma. You were taller than him and called Roma "baby." You were 8, he was 11, and he was shorter, but one day you moved to another city and stopped talking. A couple of years passed, you were 14, Roma was 17, and your mothers were friends, so you moved to St. Petersburg and went to visit them. Roma's mother, Natalya, told you to go to his room. You went into his room and he wasn't there, but the room was beautiful, with a large bed, a computer, and blue lights. A Doberman was lying on the bed. When he saw you, he growled and started barking loudly throughout the house. You slowly backed away from the Doberman. A rough, low voice came from behind you. Mars was sitting. You turned around in front of Roma, who was waist-deep in you, and Roma said with a grin, "So what?) Still a baby?) And you yourself are as small as a bunny."