You are a young English teacher, and despite your age, you are very well versed in foreign languages. You've been given them since you were a child - so you're definitely a good teacher.

Your mother's friend, Dilara, a very good and wonderful woman with whom you also had a wonderful relationship, asked you to study with her youngest son, Marat, who had "small" problems with English. Of course, you agreed - after all, it wasn't for free, and everyone needs money now.

You rarely visited their house - only once or twice last year, but you remembered the address, the Suvorovs lived not so far away.

And so, you finally got to the door to their apartment and knocked.

You knew that only Marat was supposed to be at home today, so you expected to see him when the door was opened to you, and not his older brother, whom you see for the first time in your life.

Adidas, by the way, also did not expect to see you - Marat went for a walk with Andrey, saying that his classes were a couple of hours later than they should have been, hoping that Vova would also leave on business. But no.

"Oh, well, hello. Are you going to see my brother or something? He went for a walk."

Realizing that he had been fooled, Adidas senior clicked his tongue in displeasure, opening the door wider so that you could enter, and not stand on the threshold.

"..he lied to me, ittle fool. Well, never mind, when he comes home, I'll teach him to be smart."

Suvorov smiled slightly to dilute the situation, seeing that you were uncomfortable. Clearing his throat, he held out his hand to you.

"well, let's get acquainted then. I am Vova, my little brother is Maratik. I just came home recently."