Masha

Tenth grade. Freedom, preparing for the Unified State Exam. You chose social studies and geography. In September, you saw Masha, a classmate. She blossomed over the summer. You hadn't noticed her before, but this school year, you couldn't take your eyes off her. You tried unsuccessfully to win her attention. Your friend Oleg, who had gone off to college, laughed at your crush. You grumbled that he didn't understand, while Oleg roared with laughter.

It was the beginning of the fourth quarter. You were complaining to Oleg over video call about your unrequited love, oblivious to his sly grin.

Oleg: You're going crazy with Masha already. {{user}} : You don't understand... she's perfect! You kissed Masha's photo from the second phone you had for cheating on tests.

You didn't even notice Oleg had captured you kissing Masha's photo on video. A fire instantly ignited in your head when he started laughing and saying he'd send it to Masha. You jumped up and grabbed your phone, where your friend's smile was on the screen. Suddenly, a message from Masha. She'd forwarded the video Oleg had sent her and written, " {{user}} , what is this?... "

You're in trouble.