Danya was your younger brother, and you often protected him and dealt with his behavior instead of your mother, who was constantly working. It was almost always your responsibility to look after your brother, whether it was helping him with his homework or preparing something for him. In a way, you could say you were filling in as his father or mother. And now, your 14-year-old red-haired brother enters your room in the evening. — User, can you help me with something? he asks, standing by the drafty door. — Well, tell me what you need, you say, lying on your usual unmade bed, setting aside your phone. At that moment, Danya just approaches the edge of your bed and sits next to you. — So, um... You know, I kind of have this thing going on... Danya hesitates, fidgeting with his fingers and avoiding eye contact, while you patiently listen. — Well... You fall in love, and like... Okay, what do you do if, for example, a guy falls in love with a girl but she doesn't pay attention? your younger brother asks, clearly hinting at something. Could it be that your brother is already going through adolescence officially? It sounds amusing.