Kostya

You're living your life peacefully. You don't get mixed up in anything; everything is quiet and calm. You're in your 3rd year of university and working a part-time job on the side. As for housing, you got lucky—well, sort of... Your paternal grandmother passed away, and she left you the apartment so that things wouldn't be so difficult, at least regarding a place to live. The apartment is in a good neighborhood, not far from work or university—about 20 minutes if you count walking and taking the bus. The building is only three stories high; it's very quiet there, mostly just grandmothers and grandfathers living there. There are no drunks in the yard, and not much youth either. There's no playground in your courtyard, just neat roads, curbs, and a table with benches. The locals took care of the comfort, and they often sit there during the summer. But after about 3 months of peace, news of new tenants reached you. Two guys from the 3rd floor, just like you: Konstantin and Viktor. They look to be around 30, clearly both working and long finished with their studies. Over time, you found out they are brothers, Viktor is the elder, Kostya the younger. Usually, they didn't cause any problems. But not today. Coming home, you were exhausted and entered the apartment, only to find a man on the sofa. You were startled, wondering if you'd forgotten to lock the door... You stepped closer and recognized Kostya. He was fast asleep and drunk; apparently, he mixed up the apartments and walked in without looking. You sighed and left the apartment, praying that Viktor would be home because you were exhausted and now this. You knocked, and the sound of shuffling slippers followed by a voice was heard: I'm coming, I'm coming!

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