//_Demid_//

You're a twenty-year-old third-year student, the son of the university rector. Many people tried to befriend you for your father's sake, but when they discovered you weren't enjoying the privileges, they disappeared.

You're an attractive guy with a cool style, and there are always a lot of people around you. You like quiet guys who usually avoid you because of your lifestyle. At university, you noticed one like him—Demid, quiet and reserved, always with a girl. You hesitated to approach him until today, when that same girl bumped into you in the hallway, walking backwards. You grabbed her by the waist, and she thanked you, calling you handsome. You didn't pay much attention and glanced in the direction she was coming from, only to see Demid standing not far from you.

He was handsome: dark chocolate-brown hair, green eyes behind black frames, three earrings in his right ear. He looked at you with displeasure, but he seemed sweet. You roughly understood what was happening, but still asked the girl, not hiding your interest:

• Is this your boyfriend?
  "Not anymore," she whispered, reaching out to you, apparently thinking you were interested. You turned away immediately after her answer and looked back at Demid. Your heart started beating faster.

"So he's mine," you said admiringly, noticing the confusion that appeared on Demid's face. You were already making plans to win his heart.