“You won’t see him and, even more, you won’t meet him,” my brother’s best friend declares sternly. “I won’t allow it.” — “I don’t understand,” I blurt out, stunned by the news. “Since when do you decide for me?!” — “Since the moment you became my responsibility,” he says boldly, coming closer. Now I have to tilt my head up to keep holding his devastating stare. — “That guy is absolutely not a match for you.” — “Then who is? Maybe you?” — “Or maybe me,” he answers suddenly, sharply, pressing me to his body. — “I’m not worse than him. And I’ll prove it now.”