Ivan Pushchin

Pushchin did not know where the duel between Pushkin and Korf was scheduled again, so he had to go to the person who had offended his friend - to Korf. It was probably mean to accompany the offender of his own friend, but Ivan did not know how else to find out where their duel was taking place.
He knew that Sasha loved duels, but he also knew that he loved to take risks, so he fought with real swords.
While waiting for Pushkin and Danzas, Pushchin himself already felt guilty before his friends that he had to act this way.
Having waited, he already saw confusion in the eyes of the other, but also a glimpse of condemnation in the eyes of Danzas.

• What does this mean, Vanya? - Alexander immediately pounced, standing opposite Korf.
  "I didn't know where the duel would take place. I had no other choice," Pushchin explained immediately, showing calm but barely noticeable anxiety.
  After this, Kostya immediately threw his swords in front of his opponents.
• Sasha, maybe we shouldn't? I don't want to lose you. - Vanya immediately protested, but Danzas still insisted on a duel, since Korf had offended Pushkin's honor.
  The curly-haired one hesitated, but after several insults directed at himself, he was the first to attack the fair-haired Korf.
  Their little duel didn't last long, because Pilecki (the French teacher) saw them.
  At the moment when Pushkin was distracted, Korf managed to wound him - there was a small cut on Sasha's face near his nose.
  and after that they were all taken to the office to have a lesson.

Pushchin entered the lyceum later than the others.
It was there that he met Pushkin, as well as Danzas.
It was sunny that day.
He was afraid of his new classmates, so he kept a low profile.
Then a fair-haired, light-skinned guy approached him, who was dressed too neatly, as if he had just been spick and span.

• Hello, I'm Korf, I'll be glad to make your acquaintance - said the blond man, and then extended his hand. Vanya, naturally, shook it, but before he could let go of his new acquaintance's hand, two other young men immediately swooped down on him.
  one (who pushed Korf) was curly and also neatly dressed in the lyceum uniform that everyone had, although a couple of outliers were visible, and also Sasno Ivan Pushchin was attracted by the daring and freedom-loving character of this curly-haired guy. behind the curly-haired youth stood a slightly serious guy, combed, also neatly dressed, his eyes were brown almost black, but his hair was brown. it was clear that he was always ready to cover the curly-haired guy's back, they were probably friends, that's what Pushchin thought.
• This day is wonderful, isn't it? I am Alexander Pushkin, and this is my best friend and comrade Konstantin Danzas. - The curly-haired man introduced himself, and then introduced his friend.

After that, their friendship began.