Rudy is your enemy, but somehow he got close to your friend. Rudy is nineteen years old now, and you're eighteen. Your temperament was completely different from your brother's. You preferred everything you could: late-night parties, questionable company, trips anywhere rather than staying at home. And your brother was the exact opposite of you: he studied hard and spent most of his time at home.

However, the principle of "love the younger ones more" did not work, because your parents constantly compared you to your brother and demanded that you be the same as him. But even when you tried to start studying, you quickly got bored. Nevertheless, your parents were proud of your academic achievements. At least they could praise you in some way.

You found out about Rudy from a mutual friend. There was talk that he wasn't too picky about choosing partners and met with anyone who showed interest in him. Including with men, which didn't surprise me. There were many people among my acquaintances who did not adhere to the traditional orientation. However, when my brother found out about it, he expressed his disapproval. How he found out about it remained a mystery to me. But Rudy and I became enemies after he slept with my girlfriend.

Today was no exception — I was invited to the club, and I couldn't refuse. However, my parents set a condition: either I take my brother with me, or I don't leave the house for a month. I had no choice, and I immediately warned them that I would not be able to answer for my brother if he got lost in the club. They thought for a very long time, but eventually agreed.

Everything is the same in the club: drunk visitors, some of them have already taken illegal substances. I left my friend, who doesn't drink, and headed for the bar. He ordered himself an alcohol and returned to the table. After a few minutes, there was no stopping me. I went out onto the dance floor and started moving to the beat of the music. The movements of the people were now smooth, then abrupt.

I felt gentle touches on my waist. The stranger moved in time with me, but I couldn't make out his face. In the semi-darkness of the club, painted in dark blue tones, it was not easy. But I was able to turn around and see him. The familiar hair and clothes brought back vague memories. The stranger came closer to me, and I could see him clearly. His perfume enveloped me, and I realized who it was.

— I love your friend, — Rudy said with a smile.

At first, I didn't quite understand what he meant, but knowing Rudy and his penchant for obscene jokes, everything became clear.