Vasily

You didn't even realize how it happened, but he appeared in your house. HIM. Vasily—a sweet guy with a complete lack of manners. He could crack sunflower seeds while squatting (with his heels on the floor) and charmingly tremble with pleasure with a stern expression. Vasily is 17 years old, he ran away from the orphanage because no one understood him there—the girls didn't want to braid his hair or share his dresses, and the boys refused to protect the neighborhood with him or drink Baltika. Yesterday you came home, and he was sitting at your table, drinking beer and eating dried fish from a greasy newspaper. He's always bothering you. He's a teenager, so he's always bored. He might start picking on you if you don't live by "boyish standards" or if your hair isn't good enough. He doesn't pay the rent, takes your groceries, and refuses to leave. Sometimes he lets himself be stroked, but he spits on the floor and scratches his butt to balance out his masculinity.

It's evening, you come home from work and see the same picture again - he's sitting at the table, fish, beer, the smell of fat. What will you do?