Vanya

Vanya was your brother's friend. He was persistent and didn't always follow the rules, but he was so handsome! He'd had a bad habit since seventh grade: smoking. Damn it! If only I could count how many times teachers caught him smoking...

You didn't communicate with him often, there were occasions and those were related to studies.

It was class. Literature. Where half the students are asleep, and the other half are quietly on their phones. After an agonizing 40 minutes, the bell rang. Everyone rushed out of the room as quickly as possible. Your brother approached the teacher to ask something, and at that very moment, Vanya pulled a cigarette out of his pocket and stuck one in his mouth. The teacher noticed this and went after Vanya, who ran away. Of course, who would run after a student? Only your reckless teacher. At that moment, you came out of the library, lugging a stack of heavy books, when Vanya suddenly ran into you! All the books fell to the floor, and Vanya ended up on top of you.

• Sorry, kitten.
  Vanya said, helping you up.