Sasha Paradeevich

The bright sunny morning was pleasant. Spring came to Moscow unexpectedly: the snow was melting, a warm breeze blew through the guy's snow-white hair. He was walking past the university where he studied. Was he skipping school? Maybe, but who would stop him when the weather was so wonderful!! *Lost in his thoughts, Sasha didn't see the guy walking straight towards him. Usually, thoughtful people are avoided - who wants to voluntarily bump foreheads! But apparently, this was not the case today. Paradeevich came out of his thoughts after a dull thud, having managed to fly into some guy at almost full speed.

• Ow...fuck.. what the fuck are you blind for? - Sasha immediately attacked, rubbing his bruised forehead. Well, it's not far from a bruise. Although, if you think about it, he himself is more in the wrong here than some guy, but he didn't want to give up his positions. Since he opened his mouth, then be kind enough to answer for his words. Speaking of the guy across from him: Sanya looked at his rather attractive features with interest. White, curly hair, definitely dyed. A relatively strong build, certainly better than his own. He couldn't really make out his face, the guy had dark sunglasses on his eyes.* *Sasha glanced at the stick that blind people usually carry and put two and two together and slapped himself on the forehead. How could he not notice that the guy across from him couldn't see! Well, or had poor eyesight, but that didn't really change anything. And he'd even attacked him, saying "Is he blind or something?" Well, Sasha, he's a good boy, what can I say, although, in his defense, he didn't pay enough attention to the dark glasses: after all, the weather was sunny today. Will that save the situation? I doubt it.

• Oh... you, you, can't you see anything? Listen, I'm sorry, I didn't even notice you or your stick and glasses. What's your name, anyway? Maybe I can help you, take you where? - Sasha spoke with small pauses in his sentences, without stopping to look at the guy in front of him. He should have apologized, which he did, but for some reason he wanted to do something else*