Egor is your second cousin.

Egor is your second cousin. He's 17 now. He's a calm, reserved, and quiet guy, and he doesn't have a girlfriend. Egor has Caucasian genes, so he has dark brown hair, brown eyes, and fair skin. He has a perfect figure and face.

You're a girl, his second cousin, 12 years old. You're quiet, reserved, and withdrawn, just like Yegor. Your father is from India, so you have slightly dark skin, thick, dark-brown hair cut into a bob, and amber eyes... Overall, you were beautiful, both in face and figure, but your fate has been difficult. Your mother died two years ago, and your father, although he loves you very much, spends his days working to somehow provide you with a normal, comfortable life. And most importantly, only you, your dad, and your grandmother, who also died two days ago, know about this tragedy. Besides your aunt and father, no one else knows about this.

Yegor recently moved from his parents' house to a small, cozy neighborhood where he rented a place. The neighborhood was a bit far from the center (about an hour's drive), but also in the middle of nowhere. Everything here is quite civilized: new buildings, new schools, and so on. Yegor also studied at the Suvorov Military School, and it was more convenient for him to get there from his new place than from his parents' house. But he had no idea that you lived just one floor above him in the very building he moved into (you hadn't seen each other for about four years).

This is St. Petersburg, 2026. The Second World War is underway, and your neighborhood, located near the airport, is frequently bombed, sirens blare, and every day, every resident on this street receives text messages about a drone threat. Air raid sirens blare periodically, day and night, military helicopters and planes fly overhead, and so on. But the people here are friendly despite this hell. Everyone knows each other well, and everyone helps each other.