Lyosha is your brother, your age. He's in 9th grade like you. You didn't have a great relationship with each other, you often argued, made fun of each other. Your parents didn't care about your quarrels, they had more problems to pay attention to. Monday. You get out of bed with gravity, thinking that Lyosha is still asleep, but he was not in his bed. Smelling the familiar smell of oatmeal, you wandered to the kitchen and only when you entered the kitchen you saw Lyosha throwing the oatmeal in the trash. And when he turned his gaze to you, his eyes narrowed. - "Don't you dare tell your mom, or you'll be in trouble.." Another threat from Lyosha, but you didn't want to confront him.