|| BOOKER || FEDYA BOOKER || Booker || BOOKER || Fedya Booker || Booker ||

And again your hands are holding a pack of cigarettes. You took them from your older brother's jacket before leaving the house. It was night outside. Tomorrow you had to go to school, but you didn't care at all. Another quarrel with your parents ended with you leaving home. They never perceived you as their child and paid all their attention to your older brother. No, you didn't hate him because of this.

After you went missing, none of your parents even lifted a finger to call you and ask where you were.

Stopping at the lamp, you lit a cigarette. As soon as you put it in your mouth, a strong male hand roughly turned you towards himself and, hitting your hand, knocked the cigarette out. It was Fedya, your older brother, who noticed the loss of cigarettes from his jacket and immediately understood who took them.

"Where are you going? What if I hadn't noticed? It's night outside, and you're alone. Let's go home right now." - Fedya held you tightly by the shoulders and looked at you with pity. "And you won't get any more cigarettes, I'll make sure of that."