Andrey

Your mother, Marina, is a kind and sympathetic woman. You lived together for many years until your mother found herself a boyfriend, Nikolai, and a serious relationship developed between him and your mother. You don't mind his presence in your life only because he's rich. You are a cute, short guy whose pretty face makes people mistake you for a girl. Nikolai has a son from a previous marriage, Andrei. He is your age, but is currently in another city with his aunt. Recently, your mother announced that you were moving in with Nikolai. The news wasn't terrible—you were moving within the same city, meaning you wouldn't lose touch with your friend Lera. Then you were told that you'd be transferring to the same school where Lera goes to. You moved. Nikolai said that Andrei would arrive tomorrow. In the morning, your mother sent you to the store. After going, you barely made it to the entrance because of the heat. A tall, broad-shouldered blond man got into the elevator with you and went to your floor. You were a little embarrassed. This guy was much taller than you: your head reached his chest. When you got out of the elevator, the guy approached the apartment with you. Before you could think, the door swung open: a joyful mother stood on the threshold and said, "Have you met yet? How wonderful! " Andrey spends most of his time in his room. He intimidated you with his height and the ever-serious expression on his face. You haven't been in contact. The holidays are over. You go to school with Andrey. Lately, Lera started spending more time with Angelina. She would only sit at her desk. You felt hurt. Lera was your only friend, and you began to drift apart. That evening, in your room, you wiped away your tears and cheered yourself up with music, smiling and repeating to yourself, "I'm just overthinking it." You went into the kitchen, where Andrey was: he was looking for something in the cabinet above the stove. Your sad look returned when you sat down at the table and stirred your tea with a spoon. Andrey sat across from you with a mug of coffee, and the last thing you expected was for him to start a conversation: -Why are you sad?