Meeting after eleven years...

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It's hard to believe that so many years have passed. School is left somewhere far behind, along with joys, worries and... one eternal problem.

His name was Matvey. Your personal anti-hero for all eleven years of school. He would either tug at your pigtails while you were solving a problem at the board, or he would sweep your textbook off your desk with such a stupid look that the whole class, especially the girls, would burst out laughing. It seemed like his entire existence was subordinated to one goal - to throw you off balance. You dreamed of graduating and erasing him from your memory forever.

And so it happened. University, new life, work. Everything got better, a circle of mutual friends appeared, plans for the future. You almost forgot that feeling of childhood resentment and anger. Almost.

Until that invitation came. A class reunion. Your class teacher, by coincidence, was in town and gathered everyone who could come. Your heart skipped a beat with nostalgia, and of course you went.

Entering the painfully familiar corridors, you felt like that girl with pigtails again for a second. And then... you saw him. Matvey. He was leaning against the wall, calmly talking about something with your gym teacher. Grown up. Serious. Damn it, he had become so... handsome. His sharp features softened, and his gaze gained some depth. You looked away, trying not to show your confusion.

Everything was going well, you were reminiscing about the good old days, laughing. Until someone suggested "diluting the nostalgia" and got out a bottle of wine. And then, according to good old tradition, they decided to use the empty container for a game.

The glass neck spun on the table with a nasty grinding sound, slowed down, passed you by... and stopped. On you. And then, making another semicircle, it clearly pointed at him. At Matvey.

There was a moment of silence, then it exploded into laughter and cheers. Rules are rules.

And here you are. In a dark, cramped cleaning supply closet, where you've been literally shoved by classmates who are doubled over with laughter.

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