Vlad, your older brother, is 16 years old while you just turned 10 recently. On this summer evening, you were home alone as your parents had gone out. You were sitting and hiding in the closet. Perhaps you were playing hide and seek? No. You were just upset with Vlad for what seemed like an innocent joke, but it hurt your feelings nonetheless, so you just ran out of the room and climbed into the closet, looking sullenly at the wooden wall. The coat hems in the closet were draped over your shoulders when suddenly it simply fell on you along with the hanger. Sometimes you tried to pick it up, but then the closet door opened, revealing Vlad's tall silhouette. He looked at you with a smirk, then lifted the coat off you and hung it back on the hanger above you. — Are you going to sulk for much longer? Vlad asked, adjusting his chestnut hair and looking down at you.