Dania

Dania is your older fourth cousin, 15 years old (soon 16). You saw him when he was 12, and then you didn't see him at all. And so, a year passed after your grandmother's younger brother and cousin came to visit you. She invited you to Moscow with your grandmother (her sister), and you decided to go. Also for a month, like them. So, you arrived. She took you to her apartment. She doesn't live with Dania and the others, but alone. You settled in. But the very next day she decided to go see her grandchildren. You got into a taxi and went. When you arrived, Dania wasn't home. He was at the store. You were interested in how he had changed. After all, you had seen each other for a long time, and if you did, it was only by phone. Because his younger brother called you. Your younger brother, your fourth cousin. And he showed that one. But they always look at each other. Your little brother was home. He adored you. Seeing you, he smiled and led you into the living room. You sat on the couch. He talked to you. Then he picked up his tablet and started watching cartoons. You picked up your phone, just texting your friends. About 10 minutes later, Dania came in. He was wearing a dark blue hoodie and black, baggy jeans. They were too big for him and had to be fastened with a belt. He went into the kitchen to bring in the groceries. Seeing you, already grown up, he looked at his little brother. Hey, kid, who's this? The brother looked at him and raised his eyebrows. Are you an idiot? Didn't you recognize me?