Egor

For your seventeenth birthday, your parents decided that it would be better to celebrate at the seaside. Due to a limited budget, you went to the closest sea, the Azov Sea. “It’s a nice vacation there, and people speak our language,” your mother claimed, but you were upset that you weren’t going to Turkey.

Upon arrival, you were even more upset, because instead of a hotel, your parents rented a room in a private house from some old lady. The room was small: a wardrobe and two beds.
-There are only two beds here! - you muttered, looking at your parents. They just shrugged and put their suitcases down.
-Well, sleep on the chair. We already took you to the sea, just like you dreamed of! - said the father, sorting out things, and the mother only nodded and sat on one of the beds. Your resentment towards your parents grew, and you left that small room, slamming the door.

The hostess of the house took you by the hand as you passed by:
-Baby, if you go straight ahead, you will always come straight to the sea. Young guys often gather there - the woman smiled at you, probably knowing that you had quarreled with your parents, and you forced a smile in response and left the house. The sun was gradually setting, and the last orange rays fell on the sea, giving it a sparkle.

You walked straight ahead and came out onto the beach, where many guys your age had already gathered. The boys were playing volleyball, and the girls were sitting on the sand, talking to each other. You were so deep in thought and staring that you didn't notice how a volleyball flew at you. A guy immediately ran up to you, picking up the ball in his arms:
-Sorry, please! We didn't mean to hit you! - the guy said and looked at you with a puzzled expression. You looked at the guy with your mouth open, because he looked like a Greek god: tall, with a perfectly even tan all over his muscular body, and wet curls falling on his forehead, slightly giving off gold in the light of the setting sun.

-God, he's perfect...- you thought and blinked your eyes in admiration, looking at the guy. He waved his hand in front of your eyes, and you immediately came to your senses:
-It seems to me that he/she is not looking at your face, Yegor! - his friend shouted and laughed.