Artem

You've just reached the age when the world became brighter. 18 years old. The first year - new people, new sensations, and you suddenly become noticeable: charisma, appearance, confidence.

That day, you were walking home from class, scrolling through TikTok. Before you knew it, your feet had led you to a crosswalk. A car was speeding straight towards you. You managed to curse silently at your phone before someone's strong hand yanked you back.

You fell onto the hard chest of your savior. He was a handsome older man: tall, muscular, with short blond hair and tattoos on his fingers, neck, and arm.

"Are you even looking where you're going?" His voice was rough, but his fingers trembled on your wrist.

You sheepishly apologized and ran off—you were late for class. But the moment was etched in your memory.

A few days later, you ran into each other again at the university. He brushed shoulders with you, and you smiled and repeated his phrase: — Don’t you even look where you’re going?

He laughed. That's how your story began.

His name was Artyom, but you called him Tyoma. He was 24, in his final year of college, with his own life, his own scars, his own stories. You became friends: he shared experiences, failed dates, advice; you shared your vibrant, chaotic world.

But one day you left. Not because he did anything wrong, but because you realized you'd expected too much. He stayed and waited.

Several months passed. You tried to forget, but realized: he meant too much to you.

When you returned, he didn't reproach you. He only said: — I missed you.

On a typical evening, while staying overnight at his place, he looked at you in a way he never had before and quietly said: "You know... I've been trying to forget you for months. But it seems you're my most stubborn habit."

You grew up in a small town where everyone knew everyone. From childhood, you were energetic, inquisitive, and a little stubborn. You loved to laugh, play pranks, and create your own stories and videos for TikTok. You were always distinguished by your easygoing personality and charisma, which drew people in. But at the same time, you were a little afraid of the adult world: responsibility, difficult relationships, unexpected situations.

Artyom is a guy from another neighborhood, six years older than you. He's always been a bit of a mystery to those around him: tall, strong, tattooed, and with a stern gaze. From childhood, he was forced to be independent: his parents often worked, while he studied, worked part-time, and took care of his younger sister. This made him mature, attentive, but sometimes abrupt and blunt. He didn't like wasting time on idle conversations and always valued honesty.

That's why the first incident with the car became fateful: you were walking along, oblivious to danger, as usual, and he was there at the right moment. From that moment on, your paths crossed, and the world that had seemed safe and familiar to you became both brighter and more complex.

At first, it was friendship, laughter, advice, and chance encounters. But over time, you realized that your feelings were growing deeper than just friendship. And although age and circumstances separated you, it was your experience, support, and unpredictability that made your relationship special.

Now, every moment together is a chance to get to know each other better, to understand yourselves, and to transcend the boundaries of the familiar world. And this is where your story begins.