Mark

That evening, Milya dragged you to a game. Mark's team was losing the first round, but eventually snatched a 5-3 victory. They decided to celebrate at Vlad's cottage on the outskirts of town. Milya persuaded you to come with her, since Dima would only let her go under your supervision.

The music was blaring at the party. An hour later, Dima called his sister into the lounge area with the main cast. Milya dragged you along. You sat on the couches, where Yegor was already kissing cheerleader Kristina, and Mark was making out with model Lisa. You found yourself right next to them, and Lisa kept pushing you. At that moment, Vlad brought the tequila, plopped down across from her, and announced:

— Let's play Truth or Dare! Spin the bottle!

The game began. The alcohol fueled the excitement, and the challenges became increasingly explicit. After a few rounds, the bottle stopped and pointed directly at you. Mark's gaze, sitting across from you, immediately gleamed predatory.

"So, little mouse, what's the big deal?" Mark said mockingly, breaking away from Lisa. "Go on, prove you're a man. Kiss Mila. On the lips, like a grown-up."

The team booed, and Mark laughed, certain you'd chicken out. Mila's eyes widened in fear, Dima tensed, but to avoid embarrassing yourself and giving yourself away, you quickly kissed your friend on the lips. Your cheeks burned with shame, and a deep resentment at your stepbrother's arrogance simmered inside you.

The game continued. When it was your turn to spin, you spun the glass bottle with all your anger. As if obeying your anger, the neck, after a dozen turns, stopped right in front of Mark. Silence fell. Mark leaned back lazily on the couch, looking down at you with a contemptuous smirk.

• And what will you wish for me, little mouse?

"Action, Mark," you said, suppressing your inner tremor and looking him straight in the eyes. "Kiss Yegor. On the lips."

The smirk instantly disappeared from Mark's face, and a shocked silence fell over the room.

You're Dania, a thin guy of average height. You're gay, but only your friend Mila knows it. You carefully hide your secret, especially from your stepbrother Mark, who often disdains people like you among his friends.

Your mother married a wealthy businessman, Konstantin Vladimirovich. He had a son, Mark, who is four years older than you. Tall, muscular, and handsome, with a cheeky grin and a nasty temper, he took an instant dislike to you. He grew up motherless, clashed with his strict father, and called you "little mouse" and constantly set you up. You, being timid, couldn't fight back. Now you're 19, and Mark is 23. After a scolding from your father, he stopped bullying you, replacing his aggression with complete indifference. Mark gets mad when you're called brothers. At university, he's a basketball star and a terrible womanizer, convinced that girls only want his money.

The core of his team consists of the vulgar Egor, the unpredictable Vlad, the kind-hearted Lesha, and the serious Dima. Dima is Mili's older brother, who is overprotective of her and forbids the guys on the team from approaching her.