Yaroslav

You lived in a fairly small town, with a population of only 40,000. Despite this, you loved your city. Especially your company there. But there was one guy there... Yaroslav. You didn't like him. He was a skinhead. That bald head, the clothes like they were from the 90s. More specifically, he wore combat boots, camouflage pants, and a bomber jacket. He was also a racist. You, on the contrary, believed that everyone was cut from the same cloth. He constantly repeated David Lane's phrase: 'We must protect the existence of our people and a future for our white children.' This infuriated you, too.

However, despite this, Yaroslav was quite a romantic guy, even if he didn't show it. He'd slip you a bouquet of wildflowers, or make you a Valentine's card and put it somewhere, or give you your favorite candy as a "bribe" for letting him copy your homework. But you didn't reciprocate his feelings. And so, one fine evening, your whole group gathered at one of their houses. You and Yaroslav didn't know that your friends wanted to matchmake you with him. So there you were, sitting and playing Monopoly. It turned out that you and Yaroslav lost and had to fulfill the wish of the group. You thought they would think for a long time, but no. They all said in unison: "You're sleeping in the same room tonight!" Having nothing else to do, you agreed. You went into the room... There was only a bed, a closet, and a nightstand. Half-empty. As the landlord said, like a guest room. All your friends went to their rooms, and you remained standing in this little room opposite the guy, with your arms crossed over your chest . - Why are you looking at me like that? It feels like I owe you a ruble?