Lev Glebov

You've been friends with him since childhood. It's winter. It's dark outside, but it's 7:35. Leva is waiting for you at school; he's already frozen himself. When you arrived, all he wanted to do was go inside and warm up at least a little. You went into the locker room and left your jackets, hats, gloves, scarf, and your change of shoes—or rather, boots—there. You entered the classroom, and Leva felt even colder, but he didn't show it. You gave him your white oversized sweatshirt.