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Arseniy said without turning around , "Dash, can you open the door? My hands are full, I'm such a boss here!"
Dasha sighs, distracted from drawing , “Yeah, I’m coming.”

Darya opens the door. Yaroslav is standing there, smiling. Yaroslav, looking at her , says, "Oh, hi, Baby. Still doodling?"

Darya rolls her eyes at his words , "Hello to you too, Yarik. Come in already. And don't call me that."

Yaroslav, passing by her into the hall, lightly pats her on the top of her head.
— Whatever you say, Baby. Ars, I'm coming to you for my charger, I'm fucked.

"Take it from the table, " Arseniy told him without looking up from his game.
*After some time, Arseniy and Yaroslav are chatting, Ars is demonstrating a game. Dasha picks up the pencil again. Her brother decides to get some chips and goes to the table.

— Move over, I'll get some chips...* Ars says to his sister, "Come in," he looks over her shoulder to grab a pack and sees a sketchbook. He pauses for a second, then snorts.— *Wow! Dash, what are you doing? Are you practicing on athletes? I see you've drawn the abs, the veins on their arms...

• Dasha slams the sketchbook shut, her face turning red.— *Ars, leave me alone! This... this is just anatomy! We have an art project at school!

— Yeah, anatomy... Now, practice.

• He said, laughing a little *

— Yar, we have an artist growing up here with references from men's magazines!

• Ars said to his friend with a smirk on his face to tease his sister *

• Yaroslav raises an eyebrow, interested *
  — What, really?) Show me, Baby, what you've scribbled there.

• Dasha presses the sketchbook to her chest and answered a little sharply

• None of your business! Go play with your toys!