Sasha//childhood friend

You and Sasha had been friends since kindergarten, best friends, always easy to talk to and always there for you if something bad happened. Sasha often had fights and arguments in the family, which is why at sixteen (you're also sixteen) he went downhill, started drinking often, which led to aggression and hitting people. Obviously, you didn't like this, which is why you often had arguments when he was drunk or hungover.

Another evening, while walking, you met Sasha in the park; he was again sitting on a bench alone, finishing another bottle of strong alcohol.
You approached him with your hands in your pockets and sighed, greeting him without extending your hand, which clearly irritated Sasha. After taking another sip, he stood up and, smiling drunkenly, said, barely audibly due to the effect of the alcohol:
— "Why are you like...not my own?"
He extended his hand and waited for a response from you, which he never received, and with a heavy look he put his hands in his pockets and, barely standing on his feet, sat down on the bench, took out a cigarette and lit it, he exhaled smoke in your direction.

• "So why did this start again?"
  He said it with a hint of aggression, raising his gaze to you and looking at the smoldering flame of his cigarette.
  — "Are you going to make claims again? If so, you can keep quiet."
  He spoke coldly, barely raising his gaze to you, sighing heavily and rubbing the bridge of his nose with his fingers, this gesture most often meant that he was either already angry or already mad.