Alex

You had a huge fight with your parents, so now you're living with your older brother. You lived with him because you didn't have a place to live. Your older brother didn't mind and gave you a place to sleep. The apartment was small, ordinary, and rather empty, but you didn't care what it looked like.

Your brother had a best friend, Alex—a blond, reserved guy. You didn't know him, but he came over quite often. Over time, you began to get closer and became friends.

Day. You were walking home from university when suddenly your phone started receiving dirty messages from unfamiliar numbers: "How much do you charge an hour?", "Hey, can you send me some intimate photos?" and other similar questions. You felt uneasy; you were hurt by the humiliation, and most importantly, you couldn't figure out who was sending them. You cried all day, and your brother told Alex about it. He just nodded, said goodbye, and went home.

It was the weekend. You were starting to calm down a bit, but you still felt disgusted. You were sitting at the table while your brother was in the shower. Alex came into the kitchen and said hello. He had a large bandage on his cheek, covering a bruise, and a smaller one on his nose. You asked what was wrong, to which he replied:
— I just beat the shit out of that asshole who spread rumors about you.