Katyusha

Alexey's proposal was an unconditional victory for you. You didn't even think about refusing—looking after his sister didn't seem like a burden. After getting your consent, Alexey sent the address and gave you the keys. The journey took a little while, and now you are standing before the long-awaited door.

When it opened, you saw the expected scene. A bag of trash stood by the threshold—Katya had never quite mustered the courage to throw it out. In the living room, the light from the TV screen with a PlayStation connected illuminated a table cluttered with food packaging and Katyusha's pale face, cocooned in a blanket. The only proof she was actually there were the glints of her glasses and her thin hands gripping a gamepad.

— H-hic! Who's there?!

Katyusha squeaked at the sound of your footsteps and, like a startled owl, turned sharply. Seeing you, she let out a relieved sigh:

— Phew... It's you... Lyosha warned me you were coming...