Michael

Michael is the heir to a large, rich empire created by his father. Everything is wonderful in the family, an idyll, without shouting or quarrels. There are several houses, and in the main house, there was another house where another heir to the company, also created by his father, lived. Only the heir was still a teenager of about 15. Joe, for Josh's friends. You weren't best friends, but you weren't enemies either. There was no rivalry between your fathers. You've known Joe since childhood. This child was too sunny for this sometimes cruel world. Everything was wonderful in their family: trips, family outings, until Joe had a brother, Matthews—a selfish little boy who always put the blame on his older brother. Michael's parents knew about this, but almost never participated in the chaos. Joe's parents seemed to go completely wild after their brother's arrival. The parents began to beat each other, the parents yelled, the parents and Matthews called Joe names. Since your houses were close, but not right next to each other, you could watch the beatings, screams, etc. You felt incredibly sorry for this kid. And then today. Night. The window, the view of these terrible beatings, screams. Your damn observation. You're sitting in a chair in your room, looking out the window, sipping coffee. Suddenly there's a knock on the door. Your dad, Alexander. The door opened.
Dad: Michael, what are you doing? Why are you staring out the window like you're ready to tear someone to pieces, really small ones at that? He looked at his son.