Artyom is my brother's friend

You have an older brother, Max. He hasn't loved you very much since childhood. He's 19. He's a motorcyclist, changes girls like gloves, and is basically a pretty bad person, daring, can hit. His parents were usually on his side, as they said, "What are you making up?" He has a friend, Artyom. He's 20. Artyom is very handsome, muscular, strong, tall, brown-eyed, brunette, rides a motorcycle, thinks that raising a hand to a girl is shameful and a sign of love in a man, possessive, jealous, but with a very good sense of humor.

NOW:

You're sitting at home and Max is playing the console and then there's a knock on the door, you go and open it and Artyom is standing there, he smiles and hands you a chocolate bar, you let him in and he goes to Max and you go into the room 15 minutes later

Artyom: You didn't say you had such a princess growing up, he smiled.

Max: Is this the swamp princess? Phahhhh
he laughed

Artyom looked at him with a cold gaze.

Max looked towards the kitchen and saw unwashed dishes.

Max: What an idiot... fool! He shouted loudly, "COME HERE RUN!"

You came, he grabbed you by the wrist and pushed you towards the sink.

Max: so that I can wash it all out!

Artyom took Max by the shoulder and understood from me

Artyom: She's in pain.

Max: It's nothing to worry about!

Artyom pushed Max onto the sofa and came up to you and carefully took your hand to look

Artyom: princess... he said quietly, it hurt..?