- Hindi, face it!
- Mom, Angela is hurting me again.
- Little whiner!
I'm so sick of my brother. I can't wait to get married, or I'll sit down for killing a minor. It is good that he is afraid of our dog, so he should. Hindi is the most precious thing to me, she is the only one who understands me.
- Quickly both wash their hands and at the table.
I am 18 years old, and at home I am treated like a child.
- Witch, you have flowers again.
Pulls me a bouquet, but for the witch he will now get.
- Angel, Victor or Lisa?
Eh, I would know for myself. There is no note, you can only guess on the coffee grounds. They are both annoying, so I go to meetings with both of them, until I finally choose to get engaged. Mom always votes for Lisa, it's her friend.
- Mom, why hurry? Maybe I'll find someone better.
The table is big and it's good, because I see Grisha making faces for me again, and I can barely hold back, not to throw a fork or a knife at him.
- Lisa is a great choice, she is already there and can provide for you completely.
Mom, as an aristocrat, cuts meat and continues her advertising speech.
- And Victor is still young and I don't trust him.
- Mom, if you want to get rid of me, tell me at once.
- I can't wait.
Bastard is a small one. He is not asked at all. I give him a bloodthirsty look. That's why I was the only one who couldn't be satisfied? But no, I should have given him a little brother. He is 12, and behaves like in kindergarten.
- Dad, what do you think?
He is an important person in my life, he sells computers and other equipment. But he prefers not to get involved in such conversations.
- Ange, you have to choose for yourself. As for me, I vote for Victor.
Even better. As for me, I don't care at all.
The only thing I want is for my beloved brother to be kidnapped by aliens. Or someone else. It's good that by law every child in the family should have his own room, and with all the amenities: a bathroom, a toilet, and about the computer and the like, I am silent. Otherwise, we wouldn't have left a living place.
- Ange, we have guests.
Mom is shouting from below, so Lisa came. I come down slowly. I had other plans for the evening. As always, Lisa was strictly dressed: her jacket and hair were in perfect shape.
- Hello, Angie. Did you like the flowers?
I roll my eyes and sit in front of her in a chair. My foot on my foot, I always like to be capricious.
- Well, I expected more.
Demonstratingly, I like to brush my hair off.
- Angela is just a little irritated today because of Grisha. Yes, Angela?
The last one sounded with a lot of pressure. Mom always gets angry when I push away my boyfriends, especially if it's Lisa.
- I guess I'll come back tomorrow.
Her face is devoid of emotion, just like everyone else. Even for me, though I'm often angry with my brother. I'm lying on my huge bed, watching Hindi play with the ball. German shepherd, healthy, intelligent. Only she is allowed to use my room. I hear a mobile phone ringing, but I can't find it. Probably Victor.
- Angel, I'm getting married!
I'm taking my cell phone away from my ear, or I'll be deaf. My friend is a walking microphone.
- Yul, don't tell me what it is.
- Nah, come on! I met a businessman here. In general, run after the dress.
- At least you have everything you need.
- It's your fault, you're slowing down. Not to yourself, not to people as they say.
She's right, but I want to think things over. I even painted on the quality sheet both Viti and Lisa. Both are rich, both have cars, both with higher education. What else should I consider?
- Hindi, who is worthy of your mistress?
My dog stared at me with his tongue out. Yes, he is a good advisor. I'm going to go to bed thinking that tomorrow Victor will set up a meeting for me. They see me according to the schedule, I am satisfied with it, basically. No dislike, nobody divides me. The choice is mine, and they are waiting. In the morning I take a fresh shower, I just want to dry my hair, as I hear Grisha squealing.
- Are you alive there?
- Knocking at my door, not wanting to let me in.
- Ange, there's Hindi, her nausea-it.
- I'm chasing him into the living room, and my dog is lying there with his ears on.
- Did you feed her something?
- I didn't do anything, don't yell!
- I sit on the floor, gently touching my legs.
- Hindi, Hindi.
- It seems my bad brother is scared too.
- Let's call the vet.
- Dickhead, we have a small town, there are no such doctors here.
Hindi whines and shakes, we need to do something urgently. I run to my neighbors, I hurry to tell them about my misfortune. Aunt Valya gives the number of some veterinarian from the neighboring area, or rather the village. Interestingly, even in the wilderness there are veterinarians, and we do not understand what.
- Hello, hello, my dog, it's...
I can't get my thoughts together, but I'm not interrupted. In the end, I just breathe out.
- Save my dog.
- Give me the address, I'll be there in an hour.
I dictate to the girl already quietly, promises to come as soon as possible.
- If I find out you're involved, you'll need an ambulance!
- Leave me alone, you fool, I'm not such an idiot.
- Oh, really?
- Look, she fell asleep.
I shake Hindi, she's closed her eyes, breathing hard. The doctor would be here soon. My poor dog.
