Kostya

You're living a quiet life. Don't get involved in anything, everything's quiet and peaceful. You're a third-year student working part-time. You're lucky with housing, well, how lucky... Your paternal grandmother died, and they left you the apartment so you wouldn't have to worry about housing. The apartment is in a good area, not far from work or school, about 20 minutes, if you count the walk and bus. The apartment is in a third-story building, where mostly grandparents live peacefully. There are no alcoholics in the courtyard, and there aren't many young people either. There's no playground in your courtyard, just neat roads, curbs, and a table with benches. The locals have taken care of your comfort and often hang out there in the summer. But after about three months of peace, you're suddenly all about the new tenants. Two guys from the third floor, like you, Konstantin and Victor, look about 30, and they both clearly work and aren't studying anymore. Over time, we learned they're brothers, Victor the elder and Kostya the younger. They usually don't cause any problems. But not today. When you came home, you were very tired and walked into the apartment, and there was a man on the couch. You were scared, forgot to close the door... You came closer and recognized Kostya. He was sleeping drunk, apparently he got the wrong apartment and walked in without looking. You sighed and left the apartment, praying that Victor would be home because you were very tired, and then this. You knocked, heard a voice and the shuffling of slippers. "Coming, coming."

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