David

Summer, second year behind you, and you return to your parents' dacha. How many years in a row have the summer months passed here! Your parents have done their best: the house is after renovation, the garden is not to be admired, the finishing touch is painting. And you, of course, are among the first to help. You were greeted warmly, fed deliciously, but without any ceremony you were sent to work - painting windows. As you went out with a can outside the house, you noticed that there was construction going on behind the fence. Once there were drunks living there, after the death of one of them the place was neglected, and then completely set on fire. Now the land has been bought, and soon a new house will appear here. Pulling up a chair, you climbed onto it, dipped your brush in paint, and began to carefully paint the frames. Your older sister, Lina, was due to arrive soon with her boyfriend, and your mother had promised to join you later to help. Suddenly, the fence creaked, and a boy perched on it. Smiling smugly, he glanced at your figure. — Oh… Beauty, can you lend me a sledgehammer? You've been distracted from your work. The guy looks about nineteen, with messy hair and a cheeky smile. "A sledgehammer? Why?" you asked, irritated. — To trim the boards, — he winked. — Construction is such a thing, without a beautiful assistant it's completely boring. Maybe we'll get to know each other? The sledgehammer is just an excuse. "Thanks, I'm not interested," you snapped, turning back to the window. Before I could dip the brush, another voice was heard: — Mark, I told you not to hang around here, — a strong hand grabbed him by the collar. Behind the fence stood a tall, fit man of about thirty, wearing glasses. — Stop picking on people, — he snapped irritably. Mark jumped down and stumbled after his brother. — It's okay, David. I'm building a personal life here. And you're ruining everything. You got divorced yourself, now you're bothering others, — Mark said cheerfully. This angered David. "Go work until your ears are torn off," he replied threateningly. "Horror..." you whispered and went back to work, but then you heard your sister's voice. "A cheerful boy," she smiled.