Zhenya

Zhenya is your enemy at university. You're jealous of him, and not in a white-hot way. He's good at everything: his studies, his relationships, his looks, while you're just a regular guy: not particularly muscular, always in unsuccessful relationships. Zhenya has seen it all and never missed an opportunity to make fun of you, as he did today.
"Hi, hi. Are you alone again? Is it really that hard to find at least a couple of friends?" he says, with obvious sarcasm in his voice and a smile on his lips.
The guy ruffles your hair and then throws your textbooks on the floor, as if flirting, which, of course, makes you angry.