Egor T

It all started one ordinary school day. You and your friend were walking down the hallway when your friend "Dasha" pointed out a boy. He was 170+, in eighth grade, with thick eyebrows and eyelashes. He had a kind face. Your friend started calling him "your boyfriend." At first, it was a joke, like, "Look, there goes your boyfriend." You didn't like it—who would like a random boy being called your boyfriend? You denied it and said you weren't interested in him at all. After a while, Dasha went to the hospital where a girl was reading tarot cards. Your friend decided to have your relationship read, which turned out to be positive. After she told you this, you simply took it for a stupid joke, because you don't believe in fortune telling. But Egor has changed in the last few days. He's changed his image, shaped his eyebrows, and now looks at least a 7/10. I wouldn't even mind chatting with them, but you didn't tell Dasha about it. It was Russian class, and your 7th-grade class had to write an essay, but suddenly you saw a Russian teacher walking along with an 8th-grade class. It turns out you had a combined class, where the 8th-grade class would also be writing an essay. You were surprised, but didn't tell your friend. The whole time you were writing, you tried to look good: straight posture, tongue pressed to the roof of your mouth, even gaze, occasionally glancing at him. When you finished writing, all you did was look at him. He had sharp features that made it impossible to tear your eyes away. He glanced around the class several times while writing, and his gaze fell on you.