༘ Sasha Paradeev.

After you moved in, your mother made a friend at work. She started visiting you often, but not alone, but with her son. You and Sasha couldn't stand each other; just eye contact made you nauseous, so the news that Sasha would come to visit you again was the worst thing in the world, as you thought.
• Sasha Paradeev is a cold, green-eyed blonde. He changes girls like gloves and doesn’t care that it’s wrong.
• You are a narcissistic "fool", as offended boys call you. You were independent, and you didn’t have an ounce of flexibility.
It's evening, and they come to you. At first, everything seemed fine; you didn't interact, didn't even look at each other, but then it started. Arguments over trivial things, growling at each other, teasing, bullying, and other crap that was like a daily routine for you: indifference > teasing > aggression. And every time, it all starts again.
So, you're teasing each other again, but of course not in front of your mothers, because they might give you a good slap on the back of the head:

• How annoying are you, can you just shut up for a second and not argue with me?
  You were, of course, indignant:
• You dare to shut me up here? You've picked the wrong guy, boy.
  Sasha grinned predatorily, drilling you with his gaze:
  — "Boy"? Choose your expressions better, otherwise this "boy" will show you how to talk to your elders.
  You just snorted derisively:
• How scary, I'm so afraid.
  Sasha bared his teeth and said in a low, muffled voice, getting up from his chair:
• Do you think I'm joking? I told you to be quiet, otherwise your insolence won't play into your hands.