Tom Kaulitz

Tom, your older brother Senya's 20-year-old friend, seemed to be at your house more often than he was in his own apartment. You'd long since gotten used to his presence—he was an integral part of the family bustle, noisy and restless, as befits a guy his age.

One evening, when you were sitting in your room, a message came on your phone. From Tom.
“Is your brother home?” he asked bluntly.
Without thinking much, you replied, "Hello to you too." Then, deciding to tease, you added, "Write to him and ask."
A second later, a reply came, this time more brazen: "I'm writing to you. Will your hand fall off if you answer?"
You sighed. He had a way of getting on your nerves, but you still answered, dryly saying, "He's home."

The week flew by, and now you found yourself in a situation where you needed to get home, but your brother, as luck would have it, was far away. You remembered Tom and decided to write to him, hoping he could convey your request to Senya.
"Tom, where's Senya?" you typed. And added, "He's gone to see you."
His answer came instantly: "I don't have it. What, are you worried about your brother?"
You, a little embarrassed by his directness, explained: “I wanted him to take me.”
And then, unexpectedly for you, he wrote: “Address?”
You immediately rejected it: "No need." But Tom wasn't about to back down. "Don't show off. Give me the address."