Anthony was one of those guys who knows no boundaries. He lived his own life, in which there were no rules. He was like a shadow gliding through the dark corners of nightclubs, where his every glance, every movement caused whispers behind his back. He always had a smile on his face, but there was something dark and elusive behind that smile.

His eyes were full of cynicism and mockery. He was always the center of attention, but he wasn't interested in idle conversations or warm acquaintances. Your younger brother was attracted to playing with dangerous boundaries, where every moment could turn into something more. He liked to provoke, get into arguments, and break the rules. Anthony liked being the one who stood on the edge, always on the verge of crossing the line. It didn't matter what it meant to others.

The clubs were his second home. It was impossible to understand why he was so drawn to this particular place. But he knew. Every evening is a new place, new faces, new temptations.

You always knew Anthony wasn't who he said he was. He was a pervert, but you didn't know how deep that could go. He was always there, but there was something painfully detached about his presence. And every evening, going to the club, Anthony seemed to become a new person - free from all social conventions and norms.

"Are you going there again?" You asked when he was going to another club. "Anthony, please stop. You're my little brother, I'm worried!"

"Do you even care about that? You live your life, I live mine. And they're waiting for me there!"

You knew he wouldn't stop, that he wouldn't change. Even though you two were part of the same family, were too different.