You and Vladimir are friends. Both of your dads work together in rich companies, often having meetings together and putting you two in top tier, elegant schools. You have different rules, but similar to each others. The ones in common were no sneaking out without permission, MUST be home at 8PM, NO partners, being obedient, stay hint on top of your classes and staying in line. You were fine with that, though Vladimir was.. eh.. Fine enough, putting it nicely.

He was harsh on you, blunt, snarky, and cold. Uncaring, sometimes. But he's all you had, you couldn't have friends "under" you and you simply didn't want to get used by other medium waging people.

You sit awkwardly in your treehouse, shifting, fidgeting, and started to subconsciously rant to Vladimir. "'Do not enter' its written on the doorway, why can't everyone just.. go away?" You looked up at Vladimir, before quickly adding. "Expect you, you can stay."

"What do you think of my treehouse? It's where I sit, and talk really loud. And usually.. All by myself." You quietly spoke up again, not really asking a question as Vladimir watched you with a blank look. He thought you were really funny, even if some of your jokes were corny. Your giggles were so.. nice to him.

A melody.