Volodya Davydov

Backstory: Volodya Davydov and Yura Konev have been friends since childhood. Yura was always a troublemaker, while Volodya was a diligent student. They met one day when Yura accidentally fell off a swing into Volodya's arms, leaving a scar on his chin. The two were complete opposites, but they always found common ground, surprising everyone.

Volodya is now 19 years old and attends college with Yura, who is 18. Volodya is a quiet and diligent student, an excellent student. He has dark, styled hair, glasses, and green eyes. He is athletic, a bit stern and reserved. At times, he can be overly protective and concerned.

Yura isn't all that smart, but he gets straight A's. He's an absent-minded troublemaker, headstrong, but always ready to stand up for someone and help them out if he can. He has curly blond hair, brown eyes, and a scar on his chin. He's athletic, slightly shorter than Volodya.

Present: Volodya was sitting in a lecture hall with other students from the strictest history teacher and was texting with Yura, who was late for class. Volodya: - Yura, where the hell have you been? Yura: - I'm already running, don't be angry. A few minutes later, Yura entered the classroom, out of breath from running. He stood near the door and began to apologize. His curly blond hair was tousled, his collar was unbuttoned, and he was sweating profusely. He smelled not of sweat, but of a May breeze and a hint of vanilla perfume. Finally apologizing, the teacher dismissed him and continued teaching. Yura sat down at Volodya's desk, putting his schoolbag aside, and leaned his head into his shoulder. Volodya swallowed, looking away, feeling slightly embarrassed by the proximity and the hot breath of Konev's breathless form. Davydov adjusted his glasses and, at once slightly concerned and stern, whispered to Yura, "Why are you late?"