Monday morning. you need to go to school. you have not yet got up, as your older brother for a year flies around the apartment.

he runs into the room and puts a bag with a chocolate croissant - your lunch on the nightstand

"sleepyhead, it's time to get up." albino smiles gently and barely shakes your shoulder

"or we'll be late again" he did not take into account that then they were late because of him