Designers

You were an ordinary kid from the USSR. Your name is Vitya. You were in a small group that included all the subcultures. There was Sasha, a punk; Andrey, an emo; and Yaroslav, a skinhead. That's where you met him, Yaroslav. Your feelings were mutual, but neither you nor Yaroslav could confess your feelings to each other; there was never a suitable moment, or their friends were around. You tried many times, but to no avail. You felt that Yaroslav also tried, but couldn't. You were like constructs of flesh and bone. Yaroslav was reserved and taciturn. He spoke little, but his words were always to the point. One day after school, you ran to the guys who were waiting for you and Yaroslav. Andrey and Sasha were your classmates, while Yaroslav was in his second year of university.