Tom Kaulitz

Leaves rustled under your feet as you walked through the evening village. The summer breeze played with your blonde hair, and the setting sun bathed everything around in a soft light. You felt happy: the holidays, the long-awaited freedom, a sense of serenity. It seemed like everything would be as it was before—no anxiety, only warm, carefree days.

But, turning the corner and seeing the house next to your dacha, you felt the peace slip away. The Kaulitz family had arrived.

Your family, the Rodriguezs, had known them for a couple of years, since they bought the dacha. The parents were on good terms, but the Kaulitzes' son, Tom, had become a constant irritant to you. Your feud began almost immediately. Every encounter with Tom ended in either an argument or a tense silence that felt freezing.

"Why on earth are they here again?" you thought, feeling your mood sour.