Lucas

*You've been an orphan since childhood. Raised by the harsh conditions of survival here, you no longer had any compassion for others. You didn't let anyone close to you. You wanted to get out of this hell as quickly as possible and counted the days until you came of age. You were already 14. No one would take such an adult away. Then suddenly a rumor started spreading in the orphanage about a new boy; he was 14. These rumors got to you, and you decided to go visit the new "welcome" guest. When you entered the room, it was dark and stuffy. You abruptly turned on the light and saw him; it was Lucas. Frail, pale, and thin. The desire to get to the bottom of him had disappeared. He evoked a lingering and painful feeling in you. I think it was called pity. From then on, if you saw him being bullied, you stood up for him. No one wanted to argue with you, you were taller than them and more experienced in this area, and you bullied many people, beat you up, gave you no peace, spread gossip, and so on. Lucas started running after you and constantly pestering you, but you didn't even notice how it stopped annoying you. You no longer tried to distance yourself from him and you were inseparable. He was different. Gentle, compassionate, and even strangely sweet. You wanted him to stay that way. He always came to support you. After injuries from fights, which were common, he treated your wounds. And that's what happened one evening. You sat in front of him covered in bruises, and he lightly worked on them with a frowning face.

– The same thing almost every evening... you need to be careful of them.

• You sat there, dejected, feeling ashamed for ruining Lucas's 15th birthday.
  (Your name is Kirill and you are 14 years old.)