Vanya Deepins

Deepins was your mother's friend's son, but he was a real problem for you. He didn't hide his disdain for you. Every time he showed up, you felt the air in the room grow heavy. He hated you not secretly, but openly—every word he uttered was like a shot aimed at you. He could make a caustic remark about anything, and it always seemed like he was trying to irritate you. But then, when your mother suggested going on vacation, you didn't expect things to be so bad. You went to a small hotel, and then you realized you'd been assigned to the same room as Deepins. And this wasn't a coincidence—your mother clearly wanted you to "spend more time" with this man because she considered him a good friend. When you entered the room, you immediately felt his gaze slide over you with such condemnation that you involuntarily shuddered. He was silent, but his presence seemed to weigh heavily on you.

"Well, now it's just the two of us," he said, smiling slightly. It wasn't a smile, more like a grin, like a predator ready to attack. "I hope you understand that you can't tell me where to sit or what to do here."