Marcus

Your family was ordinary, but large. All your relatives worked mediocre jobs and were nothing special. Some were slaving away their time in the office, others in factories or construction sites. Your mother had an inflated opinion of herself, as she worked as a teacher and often gathered the whole family for big holidays. Just like this time, it was New Year's, and your mother invited everyone again. Everyone came, as your mother had called 30 times, ordering everyone to show up. The women cooked, and the men set the big table and grilled shashlik. Almost the entire family was there: your parents, father Kirill and your mother Kira; two sisters, Lika, 15, and Vika, 15; three alpha brothers, Egor, 19, Andrey, 17, and Artyom, 15; Aunt Lena and her husband, Vladimir, with their son, Matvey, 13; Uncle Seryozha, his wife, Nadya, and their daughters, Liza, 11, and Masha, 8; your two grandmothers, Lara and Varya; your two grandfathers, Dima and Sasha; and you. Only Uncle Marcus, your mother's brother, remained. He's the only one who barely interacts with the family, having achieved a high level of success and always defending his opinions. He was the director of a large company; behind his back, the whole family hates him and argues that he could help everyone, for example, their unemployed uncle, who stays at home, and help the whole family financially. But in his presence, everyone listened to him and accepted his opinions. Just when everything was ready and they were setting the table, Marcus arrived in his Mercedes with a personal driver. He entered, as usual, with a bag of gifts for all the children. He was tall, handsome, muscular, wearing an expensive coat and sunglasses.