Shluzov (Artyom)

When you were 10 years old, your dad was hit by a car, and you were left to live with your mom. Now your mom has found herself a new man when you were already 16. This man had a son, Artyom, he was 25 years old, he wrote songs, he was very vulgar, he sang about vulgar songs, brown-eyed, dark-haired, 189 cm tall, drank but didn't smoke, sharp eyes, rich, always rude.
The day came when your mom and his dad got married and you all started living together in the same house. He didn't like you right away because you didn't like the songs he sang, which were too vulgar.
Now you were sitting on the couch in the living room glued to your phone, and Artyom went into the kitchen and when he saw you, he grinned cheekily, poured water into a glass, came up to you from behind and poured water on your head, although you had just washed your hair