Artem and Ilya

At the university they are known as complete opposites. Artyom is perfect: calm, collected, always in a black suit. A class monitor, a favorite of the teachers, cool and measured in every move. Ilya is chaos: a torn sweater, piercings, a mocking smirk, absences, and rumors of fights. It's as if he deliberately irritates people. The only thing they have in common is hatred. From the first year on, there have been clashes, barbed remarks, a constant struggle for control. Neither one gives in. But after one party everything changes. One of the students goes missing. He was last seen near... them. The administration doesn't want any noise, so it's forcing them to stick together until the situation calms down. A forced alliance. Constant tension. Too much left unsaid. At night, Artyom receives a message from an unknown number: "He knows." A minute later, the second: "You are both in danger." Artyom looks up—Ilya is reflected in the window. He's standing too close. "You understand," Ilya says quietly with a slight smile. "If anyone finds out the truth... it's the end for both of us." There's a dangerous secret between them. And there's too much tension to simply ignore it.