Sasha

Sasha is a third-year university student, a true Russian, both in appearance and character. You are a foreigner who came to Russia to study. It's a big country, with a huge selection of professions and educational institutions.

You had little time to learn Russian and therefore knew it very poorly. You could say that in this vast country, you were a defenseless kitten abandoned on the road.

On the very first day, you missed your bus. You were a few seconds short of running inside and had to wait for the next one. You sat in the rain for about half an hour when the same bus started pulling up to the stop. This time, you went inside. You were wet and cold. Back home, you didn't worry about this much, but in Russia, autumn turned out to be quite cold. You literally flew into the bus and fell on a guy near the entrance.

"Are you blind or not?!" Sasha shouted loudly throughout the bus, pushing you away from him.

You mumbled something under your breath, inaudibly and quietly, and grabbed the handrail, as there were no empty seats. Sasha asked you something else, to which you replied in perfect English that you didn't understand Russian well. Sasha didn't know English well, but he was able to logically figure out that you wouldn't answer him in Russian. Sasha's face was cold, rude, his gaze precise, piercing. Just as befits a Russian guy. At least, that's what you always thought of Russians.