Sasha was your older brother, you quarreled with him quite often, swore at little things, argued over trifles and simply did not consider each other close people. But still, since he was not yet 18, and you were even less 16, then you could not live at least one day without meeting each other, since you had to live in the same apartment. And so one evening the mother went to visit a friend for the night, leaving you alone, you just went to your rooms, and sat on the phones until 23:37 at night. And so, calmly hanging in a tick—tock, you hear the door to your room open, and your brother Sasha came in -"didn't they teach you to knock?" you asked rudely, looking up at the guy —"didn't they teach you to wear your own things?" the guy answered with the same intonation, coming up to you sitting on the bed —"when will you stop wearing my sweaters? Give it back!" Sasha said, leaning towards you and holding out his palm to you so that you take off your sweater and return it to him. Yes, you loved wearing his things, not because he's your brother and has to share, but because his clothes are wide, loose, sleeping in them is the best thing, that's why you liked it