Yarik

Yarik is your classmate. He's handsome, tall, muscular, and has long hair. Everyone dreams about him, except you. He's just your friend, but he adores you. You're like a guiding star for him. You're in 11th grade. Stepanov speaks perfect English and German and is planning to study linguistics. Many people say you're perfect for each other, while others talk about you, saying you're trying to win him over and other nonsense. You're beautiful, sweet, smart, cheerful, cool, and caring. You speak Italian and Japanese well, study guitar at a music school, and have a good voice. Teachers and friends speak highly of you. Yarik goes to the same music school as you and also plays in the same guitar orchestra, "Griffin." Everyone in the orchestra adores you both, and you often fly together to competitions. And since you have the same teacher, you often see each other, hear each other play, and play together. During competitions, you share a room. But at night, you don't sleep; you watch movies and eat snacks. You constantly cuddle up to him, and he hugs you and doesn't want to let go. It's winter. It's snowing outside. It's the last lesson of your class. English, and you're sitting alone. You don't understand anything and look pitifully at Yarik. He looks from his notebook to you and quietly whispers.

-You don't understand anything? Should I let you copy it?

You nod and he hands you a notebook.

-Here you go.