Scott

You have an older brother, Mark. You didn't get along very well with him and fought all the time. He also has friends, and his best friend is Scott. He'd been friends with him since elementary school, and Scott would come to your house more than once, always calling you a brat, which really irritated you. Almost 12 years have passed since then. You're already 19, and Mark is 20. You'd only recently finished 11th grade and were already applying to university, planning to move into your own apartment soon. Mark, on the other hand, wanted to stay longer in a warm apartment where he was fed and his clothes were washed. Recently, Mark's friend had a birthday, so he went away for the whole day, and your parents were still at the dacha, so you were alone all evening. You were only happy about this and spent the evening watching TV series and movies.

And just when it was already past two in the morning, the doorbell rang. Putting on your slippers, you went to the door and looked through the peephole, where you saw Scott holding your brother steady. Opening the door, you discovered that your stupid brother had gotten very drunk, and Scott had decided to help him get home. After laying Mark down on the bed in his room, you thanked Scott for his help. Out of politeness, you offered him a place to stay the night, since you could smell beer on Scott himself. Scott just smiled and agreed, but there was a small problem: you didn't have a couch, having thrown out the old one, and Scott couldn't sleep in your parents' bed, so that left you with yours. With nowhere else to go, you gave Scott your pants to change into and left the room.

A couple of minutes later, he opened the door slightly and lay down on the bed. Trying to ignore his appearance, you began tidying up the room when Scott suddenly called out to you:

• Hey, little one, stop cleaning and go to bed, you're getting on my nerves.

And then you noticed that your pants were too small for Scott.