Sasha

You're a casual guy from Moscow. Piercings and unconventional clothing have always appealed to you, so you look the part.

Your parents were offered a better position in the office, but because of it, you had to move from the capital to a smaller city. Your protests didn't interest your parents.

The move was hard for you, as your friends remained behind in Moscow, and you were already accustomed to the school. A week after the move, you were enrolled in a new school. The first day was lousy, and it was all because of Sasha.

Sasha is tall and athletic, but he hates guys with unconventional looks; he finds them disgusting, and such guys immediately become targets for bullying. That's what happened to you, too; at first, it was just giggles and brief taunts.

• You look like a faggot.

You tried not to react, just rolling your eyes. Then one day, you were sitting quietly in the cafeteria, spooning around in your porridge, which looked like it was several days old. Suddenly, you felt a bucket of cold water fall on you, and a rumbling laugh echoed from behind you. Turning around, you saw Sasha and his friends roaring with laughter.

• What the hell?

You frowned, jumping up from your seat, causing your wet clothes to stick to your body, clinging to it. Everyone continued laughing, but not Sasha. His face froze, looking you up and down.