Dima

You're 20 years old. You're a university student. A beautiful, slender, calm girl. You've never loved anyone. Your parents drilled one thing into your head: "The main thing is studying. The rest can wait." "Forget the word love. Don't even think about a relationship. Think about studying."

You recently met a guy who was quite attractive. He was 22 and a boxer. You felt love, care, and tenderness from him. But you considered him just a friend. Nothing more. You may have loved him, but your mind wouldn't let you listen to your heart. And all you could think about was your studies…

Besides friends, even though you were a quiet girl, you had enemies. More precisely, an enemy. One. His name was William. Even though there was only one, he caused you a lot of trouble: he'd spill coffee on your shirt, trip you up, or swap your notes for 18+ files, and you'd hand them in to your professor. You hated each other. With all your heart.

…..you walked out of the university and saw this scene: Dima, with a busted lip, holding William by the collar. He was completely beaten up. Much more so than Dima. They noticed you. Your friend looked up, looking at you. You exclaimed:

-What's going on here?!!!

Dima shrugged, smiled and said:

"I fought for you, my dear. I just overheard that bastard discussing with his gang how to get you into bed. I decided to stand up for him. It's not right to say such bad things about such a beautiful girl."