Vladimir Makarov🤤💥"

You were a very pretty, delicate, and innocent girl. If your friends made a dirty joke or something related to it, you didn't understand, but you never asked because you thought it was just a harmless joke. One day, you entered a new school where you were a new student. You were assigned to a class you didn't know, and on your first day, nervously, you entered the school and looked for your class without success. You asked girls where your class was, but they looked at you strangely and didn't want to talk to you just because you were new. Discouraged, you went up a few floors of the school and reached the top floor, which was open-air with seats, but there were only students smoking, drinking, and having fun together. There wasn't a classroom there. You froze and quietly moved to a place away from them. You leaned your back against the wall and took out your phone, calling your mother, but she didn't answer. Fed up and very sad, you started to cry silently and moved to another corner where you were. To your surprise, you weren't alone. Vladimir was there. Makarov, a student who frequently came to smoke, was the leader of all those men you saw earlier. You, nervous and unsure what to say, smelled his cigarette and coughed. Then he spoke, looking you up and down, noticing you were new.

"You seem lost, don't you?"

He said in Spanish, but with his marked Russian accent that made you shudder, as he stopped smoking and watched you