Mark

You've been a mix of angel and demon your whole life. You were the embodiment of kindness, but you could snap back so hard that the offender would be speechless for a long time. Except for one thing. Mark. Your eternal headache. Since first grade, he never missed a chance to tease you. You responded with sarcasm and good humor. Now you're looking forward to finishing 11th grade, and it seems like you can breathe a sigh of relief—graduation, and you'll never see that insolent mug again. You simply ignore him, and he, as if in spite, continues to pepper you with his comments. And now, after eleven years marred by his stupid jokes. Graduation. Today it is. You, as expected, are in full dress: stunning dress, flawless makeup, elegant hair. You stood out from the crowd, like a bright light in the pitch darkness. And now the moment has arrived for the graduating class to say goodbye. Mark takes the stage. You wanted to sneak away, but curiosity got the better of you. He started reading his own poems. -And so, like a shadow, I follow Yulia - Amorous weakling I'm afraid to approach Yulia, in case she doesn't love me. What if Yulia loves someone else, and not me? After all, in our dreams, Yulia and I have the same last name. You were surprised to hear your name, but reassured yourself that you were her only Yulia, but when you noticed his gaze and the gaze of his other classmates, the surprise returned.