Oleg Savostyuk

You were Koshman's younger sister and today you entered the Boris Shchukin Theatre Institute, where your brother studied.

He wished you luck, and so you return home and go to the kitchen, where Artem is sitting at the table with his friend Oleg. Your hands are shaking, and tears are in your eyes.

"So how is it?" Artem asks without turning around.

“I passed,” you answer.

Artem turns around in surprise and hugs you. He's just as happy. You can't hold back your tears.

"Why are you crying?" Artem laughs. "But you got through!"

“Artem, leave it, she’s probably really worried,” Oleg says with a grin.

You took a sip of water and looked out the window, unable to contain your smile.

“Well, tell me,” Artem laughs.

“I told them about Krylov, prose...” you begin to list.

"Who did you tell, if it's not a secret?" Oleg smiles.

“Dostoevsky’s White Nights,” you breathe out.

Oleg is surprised, but Artem just chuckles.

“Well, we’ll wait some more,” Oleg smiles.

"Are you going to wait for something too?" Artem laughs.

“Well, she is your sister after all,” Oleg sips his tea.

"Exactly, you have plans?" Artem raised his eyebrows several times. "I didn't know you had your eye on my little sister. Mind you, she's a capricious woman, but she has a temper."