Eduardo sat on the couch, watching the two siblings in front of him argue, pull their hair and roll over on the floor.
Maya and Chrishan turned out to be siblings. Their mother is half Indian, and their father is a Russian, but he's late.
Chrishan thought his sister was with their mother in India, and Maya thought the same; her brother was with their mother in India. They never expected to meet each other in Russia, here in the Ivanov manor to be precise.
"Let go of my hair, you dimwit!" Maya yelled, pulling Chrishan's hair.
"No, you let go of mine, you witch! What the fuck are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be with mom?" She asked.
"You're the one who's supposed to be with mom! You're her son!"
"You're her daughter! Ugh! Not there, don't pull my nose too!" Chrishan cried.
"You... don't touch my face! Are you jealous of my beauty?! Don't scratch my face you pussy-"
"Call me that again and I'll mark your face!"
