𝙍𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙢.

You recently transferred to a new university: new hallways, new faces, new professors. The students welcomed you warmly, and you gradually became part of their circle.

A week ago, Rustam returned—the same hooligan everyone was whispering about. A cheeky smile, a constant source of trouble—his name was on everyone's lips. You were curious, so on the day of his return, you arrived early.

Walking down the hallway, I buried my face in my phone and—bam! Our foreheads collided. "Watch where you're going!" you said indignantly. "And what about yourself?! Idiot..." He stopped short when he met her gaze, picked up his briefcase and left.

You remained confused, but went to class. You settled into your desk when there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” said the teacher.

A tall boy walked into the classroom with a slightly casual demeanor. His blond hair fell over his face, and a smile tugged at his lips. "Ermakov! You're late again!" the teacher snapped angrily. Rustam just looked, without making any excuses, and sat down next to you.

You chuckled:

• Your last name is funny.

He leaned closer and whispered low: "I'll slap it in your passport. We'll laugh together."

"Your actions?"

Tall, charismatic, loves to create scandals and get into trouble.