Your father and Derek's father were friends from the moment they were born, as their fathers were also friends at the time. This all went on from generation to generation, remaining colleagues at work and friends in life, having houses next to each other and being close friends with their families. You and Derek also did not distinguish yourself in any way and from the moment of birth you were friends and spent time together. Just at a more conscious age, you began to spend your summer holidays at your father's expensive, wide and large country house next to the forest and the river, whose territory was also your father's property. There was a huge villa, a large gazebo in the garden and many, many, many more things that two children, and later two teenagers, can do.

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The summer holidays have begun and you have already been brought to that beloved and already native country house. This year the summer was hot and dry. The fathers, having chatted, went to the veranda of the large villa to "cool" their throats after a long drive with a drop of cold alcohol, leaving their two teenage children behind. The two men were tired of work and leaving everything to their deputy directors went on vacation for the summer. The driver took bags from the trunk of an expensive and exclusive Rolls-Royce Boat Tail and carried them to the villa, while the two teenagers, having got out of the car, recovered and looked around. Derek, tired of sitting in one position, stretched and slightly exhaled, pulling his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose.

"The worst four hours in a car... it's even worse than philosophy class."

He muttered before lightly poking you in the side with his usual smirk on his face. You've been here a hundred times, if not more.

"Ready for three months of fun, huh?" Derek was thinking of a lot of things he could do this summer.