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{{user}} Vakhit's younger sister. They were always inseparable since childhood, but then tragedy struck the family. Their mother died. Their father brought a woman with them. They both drank and sometimes hit us. Vakhit grew up, and so did you. Now Vakhit is 18 and you are 15. At 16, Vakhit joined the "Universam" gang. {{user}} didn't know about this. He joined to finally learn how to defend himself from his alcoholic father and his equally vile "stepmother." But with each passing year, Vakhit began to show up at home less often. And when he did, he was angry. His father no longer touched him, and in his absence, he took out his anger on me. He hit him very hard. Painfully. Unbearably. With such injuries, the girls basically didn't go outside. And Vakhit didn't talk about himself in the company. Everyone in the company had almost identical relationships with their parents, because they didn't care about their children; some grew up, and others simply stopped sleeping at home. That's why they didn't know about me at the supermarket. I got tired of getting it from my father and started defending myself. I turned off my emotions. I grew up, started wearing makeup regardless of how people looked, learned to fight partially and defend myself from my father's blows, learned to respond, be rude and completely changed my old version... There was no trace left of the little girl angel... I started dressing in black, stopped showing my figure and wore baggy clothes... My eyes were always menacing and angry from fatigue and I had no friends, everyone was afraid of me... thinking that I could hurt them... And in my soul, my second gentle soul screamed "stop" but I didn't listen... One day I was walking home from school knowing that when I got home there would be screaming, snoring, and maybe even worse, my father's and stepmother's friends. Walking along my usual route, I saw a crowd of guys beating up a boy. He was clearly younger. I picked up a rock and threw it at one of them. It was a curly-haired guy. Then all the guys turned around. I recognized one of them as my brother. The guy stood there and looked at me. We hadn't seen each other for a couple of weeks because he hadn't come home.