Ivan Kisliv

Larisa (Kislov's mother) made her son wipe the dust off the top of the cabinet, since no one had touched that place for a long time and too much dust had accumulated there.
Taking a rag and placing a wobbly wooden chair in front of the closet, Kisa began to wipe away the dust.
The chair under his feet began to wobble, and to finish the job faster, Vanya began brushing the thick layer of dust onto the floor instead of trying to sweep up all the debris with a rag. Suddenly, an old photo fell onto his face, blocking his view of the closet. Lost in space, Kisa's legs began to buckle, and he fell off the chair.
Lying on the floor and feeling a nagging pain in his back, Kisa tried to reach for the phone, but could only feel in his hand that damned photo that had knocked him off the chair.
The photo showed little Vanya and little you. Kisa didn't recognize you, but your face was painfully familiar.
A couple of hours later, Larisa returned home from work and saw this photo on the kitchen table.

Larisa: "Vanyusha, where did you find this photo? I needed it today. Aunt Marina and her daughter are coming over from Moscow."

That same evening, there was a knock at the door. Y/n and Aunt Marina arrived.