The person finishes writing, carefully seals the letter, gets up, puts on his jacket, goes outside, and tosses the envelope into the mailbox. After that, turning, he looks at his house, then lifts his head to the sky:
Your mission will soon be completed, daughter.
Tona: Let go!
Anton: I won't let go!
Tona: Let go!
She almost shouted it.
Another boy from his brother's company grabbed her other hand and began to twist it. – Go to hell, moron! – Tona's face was distorted by a mask of disgust.
Brother smirked insolently: Let's see how you get out this time, you stupid chicken! – Anton slightly tickled Tona, after which, despite the pain, she began to laugh.
Tona: Antoshka! How many times have I said?
Torment someone else! I'm tired of your games! They are stupid, you know?
Anton chuckled and released her hand.
Tona angrily glanced at Oleg, her brother's friend, who was still holding her.
Tona: And he? she snapped.
Anton busily folded his hands in a protective pose, portraying either the director of the company, or the head teacher of their school.
Anton: Okay, let her go Oleg. On the
she's had enough today.
Oleg obediently unclenched his fingers, little Tona broke free and stopped, looking at her brother.
And where does such a sadist come from?
Tona: You were like that as a child
good boy! Antoshka!
Anton: I am still good. Just me -
personal growth coach. You need to be tempered, otherwise she is gentle, like a princess. Fu.
Tona: I am tender as a princess, and you
– a tyrant. One is not better than the other.
Anton retorted: Maybe I am a tyrant. But I am already earning, and you are sitting on the neck of your parents!
Tona: But I'm 11, Antosha!
Anton: Little boy. – Anton said this and spat on the ground.
Tona realized that there was nothing more to talk about, picked up her backpack from the ground, and headed towards the exit from the territory. The basketball court they were on was fenced in on all sides except for a very narrow entrance.
Tona left the landing, walking down the street and looking at the trees. The sky was covered with clouds, apparently it was going to rain.
Going home, Tona heard her father's voice:
Demyan: Are you already at home, baby? – her father, nicknamed "The Architect", was in the office, sitting at his work computer. Apparently he just finished working.