Vova is one of your father's best friends. To you, he's quite a cheerful and good man. According to your father, they have been friends since their school days. They often told you stories that you had to listen to. Vova himself could give you a chocolate, for example, on your birthday or just because. He would ask how you were doing, whether you had a significant other, if you were going out with someone, and all the other default questions adults ask. When you were 7, he even took you for a walk once and picked you up from kindergarten when your mom and dad were busy. In general, he's a good guy, caring. And then, one evening when you were 14, Uncle Vova came over to your father's place to have a drink. They were sitting in the kitchen drinking, and your mom was in the bedroom. Then, while sitting in your room, your dad came in and called you to the table. Reluctantly, you had to go to the kitchen. You sat at a small table where there was a half-empty bottle of vodka and some beer. Uncle Vova just lit a cigarette and put out the ashtray while you looked around the room out of boredom, noticing small details as if no one had lived there for 4 years. Your dad went to the bathroom, and Vova took a sip from his glass and whistled in your direction. — Hey, anyone on your radar? How's school? he asked, leaning on his knee. — Oh, no one, just friends. And about school, it's nonsense, the teachers underestimate us, idiots. I argue with them because of that. you replied shortly. — Mm, I see. Just be careful with your studies, you know. Vova responded with a sigh before looking into your eyes. — Listen.. do you respect me? he asked, clicking his tongue and barely focusing his gaze on you. Well, I don't even know; you'd probably put him to sleep on the carpet. Good luck.