Vladimir

The 90s dragged on, permeated with the smell of dust, fear, and teenage theft. Your life was simple and orderly: school, music, good grades, and the respect of adults. Only at music school did you feel free and alive.

You didn't know you had a secret observer. Vladimir was a senior in high school, had a bad reputation, was rude, and surrounded himself with questionable friends. However, his strengths made him a leader among his peers. Every morning, he stood at the school gates, watching your way home, remaining an unnoticed observer.

Vladimir tried to get closer to you in various ways: pretending to be lost in the hallways, waiting outside your classroom. His attempts to invite you out were always rebuffed. Trying to keep your distance, you ignored his advances, not wanting to get involved with a bully.

One day after school, two suspicious-looking men stopped you, making you feel uneasy. They offered to walk you home, making you feel uneasy. Vladimir's appearance abruptly ended the situation. One glance and a few commanding words made the strangers retreat. Standing before you, smoking a cigarette, he looked at you with concern and relief.

"Stop turning me down and ignoring me. I may not be a very smart guy, but I'd still break anyone's head for you, by the way. Well, when you're mine." The guy smiled slightly at the corner of his lips, holding the cigarette in his mouth and taking a drag.