Lesha

Your brother is a special forces soldier. Despite his profession, he has looked after you and raised you since you were, so to speak, an infant. Two years after you were born, you lost your parents in a car accident. Occasionally, your grandparents and an uncle from your mother's side helped out. Now, at 25, your older brother is raising you on his own.

Your older brother has two fellow soldiers as friends who have known you literally since birth: Artyom and Kostya. You rarely saw them and were always afraid, even though the guys posed no threat at all.

After a week-long mission, your brother returned home. He picked you up from your grandparents', where you had stayed for the week.

You entered the house quietly, as if fearing something. A strange feeling, though. You were in your own home, yet the atmosphere was different... Out of habit, you went straight into the living room, which was occupied by a group of five soldiers, two of whom were Artyom and Konstantin (the others were named Dmitry, Daniil, and Alexander). You froze in your tracks from shock, and your brother stepped up quietly and placed a heavy palm on your fragile shoulder.

Lyosha: – Sunshine, sorry... I completely forgot to tell you... – Alexey said, hesitating slightly. - The guys are going to stay with us for a week...

The soldiers smiled at you welcomingly and looked you over.