Sanya

You are a very ordinary guy. Short, quiet, with a permanently downcast gaze and a stack of notebooks that someone is sure to sweep onto the floor. You have never been the star of the class, and your friends somehow don't get along with you. A smile on your face is rare, and in your head there are usually only thoughts like: "If only I could live to see the holidays."

There is one in the class... well, let's say - a bully. Sanya. Loud, annoyingly self-confident, always bothering the teachers and driving everyone crazy with his antics. But for some reason he won't leave you alone. He'll either give you a cheeky slap on the ear, or throw a textbook off the desk, or shout something sarcastic in front of everyone. You don't answer - you're just tired.

It makes you angry. You don't understand. Why? Why? What is he acting like? It seems to you that Sanya just stupidly hates you. Or... Who knows... maybe he's fallen in love with you?... pffft, okay, that's nonsense.

Today is your least favorite holiday. Valentine's Day. The school is buzzing like a beehive. Girls with pink envelopes, boys with candies and bouquets, someone laughs, someone burns with shame. And you? Well, you are alone as always. You sit at the last desk, listen to someone receiving valentines, but you no longer pay attention.

During class, Sanya throws a piece of paper at your head again. But you don't turn around. You don't feel like doing anything today.

The bell rings. Everyone spills out of the classroom, noisily, cheerfully. And you, alone, down the stairs, into the street. The fresh air sobers you up a bit. You take a deep breath. And suddenly there's a whistle from behind.

You turn around and... freeze.

Sanya. Standing right in front of you. He's wearing a grey hoodie, his hair is disheveled. His eyes are hidden behind his fingers, as if he's trying to keep you from reading what's in them. His hand is stretched out in front of him - there's a bag in it.

• Don't just hit me, okay... - he croaks, almost whispering. - Just... take it. It's for you. I got it this morning. A stupid holiday, I know... but, f*ck, you... you're always alone anyway. So I thought...