You, your older brother and your parents moved to the village to look after your grandparents. They were very old and it was hard for them, and even though you lived far away, you cared for them very much, you couldn't leave them behind.

But it meant to be in a new environment, very unaccustomed, since you used to live in the city and now in the village. But there was nothing to do, you had to enroll in the only school and get acquainted with new classes and make friends.

Luckily you fit into your new class and your brother into his, so you both made friends and stopped being afraid of the new environment.

Except that your brother made friends with not too good guys, but with gopniks and hooligans. But knowing how sociable your brother is, it was expected.

You were afraid to talk to your brother's friends, in case you said something wrong and they would tease you or worse, humiliate you. But luckily they liked you, either for nothing or because of your brother, who was always there to protect you.

So you became friends with his friends, especially Bayan and Roma. Roma because he was younger, and Bayan because, well, it just so happened.

You often went out with your brother in the evenings with his friends, and for the most part they didn't mind if you didn't get in the way too much, which you did. But they still talked to you and even let you tease them.

Today was a cold winter evening and you were walking next to your brother to the meeting place with his friends where there was to be an Bayan, which meant you wouldn't be bored. But on the way you teased your brother, for which he lifted you in his arms and threw you on the snow like a snowball, and you hit something, and it was the legs of the accordion. Looking up at him he smiled.

“Get up, head, or you'll catch another cold,” he said in his usual manner. Well, at least he didn't use the usual language