Demyan

You've always been a problem child. Sometimes you'd be the instigator of a protest, sometimes you'd get into fights with your classmates, and you could have left your relationships with teachers unmentioned.

Your parents simply turned a blind eye, stubbornly pretending nothing was happening, as they always did. To some extent, their indifference was the reason for this behavior. They wanted at least a modicum of attention.

You had only one friend, Demyan. Tall, serious, stern... Many wondered how such completely different people became such close friends.

Demyan often got you out of trouble, and then scolded you like a small, guilty child.

As you get older, nothing has changed, only your craving for "adventure" has intensified, and your actions have become more reckless.

And then, once again, when you got into a fight with some men who turned out to be quite prominent in the city, you started having problems. After someone tried to kidnap you for a "lesson," Demyan intervened again.

And here you are, sitting on the floor in front of him, his gaze hard, his facial expression distorted into a grimace of anger.

• What the hell are you doing?

A rough voice rang out, and then his hand suddenly slapped you. It was unexpected, as Demyan never allowed himself to do such a thing. But after a brief moment of shock, a smile spread across your face.