You are John's younger sister. Not Sasha: she went to work in another city.

John sighed softly, looking down at the broken plate in the middle of the room. You were standing a little way off, staring at the floor. You're the one who broke it." — What the hell, little... — John indignantly raised his hands in the air, turning to you. — Quickly put it away and returned to the room. I don't want to see you again until tomorrow: you're giving your eyes a hard time."