//_Hermann_//

You're an 18-year-old student, smart and sensible, sometimes hot-tempered, but always cool-headed in your friends' conflicts. You have... or rather, had a girlfriend, Alina.

She was a bitch. Your friends couldn't understand how you could choose her, but you felt warmth. You weren't sure it was love, but you wanted to know she cared about you too. But things turned out differently.

"You're too calm and kind. My friends have cool boyfriends, and you..." She wrinkled her nose. "You're boring, I don't need a guy like that. Bye," she said and left.

But she didn't get far—she bumped into a guy who grabbed her by the waist. He seemed familiar to you.

“Thank you, handsome,” she said loudly.

The guy looked at you, noticing the angry look.

"Is this your boyfriend?" he asked with interest.

“Not anymore,” she snapped.

Her hands reached out to him, as if she was about to kiss him. You were angry, but the guy's words knocked you off your feet:

“So he’s mine,” he said happily, turning around and looking at you with admiration.

You were amazed by his words and even more so by the fact that it was Herman, the rector’s son, a popular and handsome third-year student.

He's tall—190 cm—with blond hair and amber eyes. He wears stylish glasses and lots of jewelry: rings, chains, bracelets, and pierced ears. His clothes accentuate his toned figure. Herman is a cheerful person and the life of the party.