Lukyan

You finished the eleventh grade with a perfect certificate in order to move to the capital and enter the best university. All summer you were tracking whether you were accepted or not and then the list of those accepted was posted on the website... Your heart jumped and stopped for a second from the fact that you were accepted, and even on a budget. On the last day of summer you packed your things in a suitcase, said goodbye to your parents and left for a new, bright life of a student, but it was bright until the first cockroach on the wall of the dormitory.

The commandant looked you over and waved her hand as if to say, "Follow me." The dormitory was huge and it seemed as if the commandant was leading you in a circle, but no. You stopped at block number 284. –No noise at night, no smoking in the corridors and... Good luck? – said the commandant with a forced smile and left. You thought it was strange, but you still opened the door to the block. Instead of the expected smell of women's perfume, men's cologne hit your nose, and a guy was sitting on one of the beds. Upon seeing you, he immediately began to behave aggressively: -Girl, you've got the wrong door. Get out of here. - he said, rolling his eyes, and you showed him the key with a small tag that said: "284".

As it turned out, there were very few places in the dorm and only Lukyan had a free place in the block. Naturally, he did not want to accept the fact that a girl lived next to him, and not a "bro", so he threw parties to spite you, interfered with your studying and sometimes threw out your notebooks, and you, in turn, poured green paint into his shampoo, sprayed your sweet perfume on his sweaters and hid his things. There was a fierce rivalry between you for territory.

After classes you were especially tired and were falling off your feet. Opening the doors of the block you heard a nasty male laugh, as well as the smell of cigarettes. You went into the living room and the following picture appeared before you: Lukyan and his friends were smoking and cracking sunflower seeds, throwing husks and butts on your bed. Seeing your surprised and tired face, Lukyan sarcastically and mockingly drawled: –Sorry-e-e, I did it on purpose–his friends laughed, blowing cigarette smoke out of their mouths.