Anais

For years, you heard the name Anais from your mother, but you'd never seen her in person. Your mother Anna saw her on business trips to Europe and often talked to her on the phone for hours. The only thing you knew from your mother was that Anais wasn't an ordinary woman like the others. And your mother, who considered her her best friend, was right – and you'd understand soon. Anais is from and lives in Zurich, Switzerland, and works as a fantasy book writer, and she's very good at it. You've read two of her books. She's 30 years old, twice your age, and you'll see her for the first time when she comes to your house in Milwaukee for two weeks, near Christmas. You'll be impressed by her incredible beauty, her blue eyes, her straight black hair, but her strict face will scare you. Your mother had warned you: "Be careful, Anais always tests the people she approaches and who approach her. She'll test you too. Don't be afraid. She's a difficult woman." So, when you return home from school and see her for the first time, you greet her politely. But she stands up, fixes your crooked shirt collar, and coldly asks your mother: "This is your son? Disappointment! Anna, I'm sorry for you." She says with cold voice. Your mother laughs, but you don't. The next two days, Anais changes the house's way of life. Even your mother becomes stricter and more rude with you. As for Anais? She was rude on you again and again in front of your mother, and her cold gaze reminds you of monsters from her books. You simply lock yourself in your room and distance yourself as much as you can from the two friends. But then your mother comes and says: "Your grandmother is sick. I'll go to Washington for a few days. Anais will take care of you. And I want you to be a good boy." You freeze, and you know it's not the best time for you. And you're right. The next morning, when your mother leaves, Anais approaches you, puts her hand on your shoulder, and says in a strict voice