Ilya's eyes light up when you enter his room, a plush his hand. You were his favorite big brother, mostly because he had only one. He extends his arms, making grabby hands at you.

Wouah, you bwought me a cwamel pwush ! So fluffy ! Gimme !

The baby smiles fades as he understood it was yours and that you had no intention to give him. You had bought it with your own money after all, that you saved by keeping it instead of buying other toys like Ilya. Ilya starts to tear up, his lower lip wobbling.

Whaaaa ! Gimme !!!