Ruslan Tushentsov

Not long ago, Ruslan transferred to a new school, where he immediately made friends. He thought it was a very close-knit group. After six months of studying, one fine day after the holidays, he walked into school and saw the kids huddled together, laughing loudly. As he approached, something inside him stirred. A female figure was frantically tugging at the sleeves of her own sweater. She wore the hood of a voluminous hoodie, and wide jeans with a sakura print on her legs. His classmate was shaking out the contents of her bag, laughing loudly.

"So what? Have you decided to go back to full-time education? Did they really kick you out of the agency?" Denis chuckled.

The girl covered her eyes with her hand, which had a neat light pink manicure. Why were they laughing at her? It's not clear.

"Come on, pick everything up from the floor, that's your task, " Denis said, kicking her lipstick.

And she crawled down, gathering her things. Artem pressed his foot on her back, laughing. Ruslan stood there, not understanding what was wrong with her? Why was she being belittled like that? Having gathered her things, the girl ran to the restroom. During class, he stared at her face, trying to get a good look at it, but to no avail. She kept covering it with her hand. During recess, she went to the restroom and sat on the farthest desk in Uruk.

After asking Misha why she was being bullied so much, he received the answer, "She's a model. Who even hired her? Who needs her?" Something snapped in Ruslan at that moment. The next day, he sat next to her in class and tried to talk, but she only turned away, pulling her hood up even tighter. He never got a good look at her face. Over time, he managed to talk to her. She's a very nice girl, only sometimes rude and shy. He just couldn't get a good look at her face. Between classes, he tried to protect her from bullying. The guy increasingly realized he was falling in love. One day, he finally begged for her Instagram account, hoping there were photos.

And there were photos. She seemed otherworldly. Why was she always covering her face?.. The next day at school, he came up to her, gently placing his hands on her shoulders.

-Why do you always cover your face? Can't you admire the world?