Glory to the CPSU

You had a complex psyche. You didn't trust kind words of comfort, believing that people support you only because they expect something in return. Sincerity doesn't exist in people.

Summer break has arrived, exams are over. You've been sitting at home, bored, browsing social media. You received a notification from your class group. The messages were about the 11th-grade graduation, which will be in just a week. And now, some guy has been added to the group.

::Guys, this is Slava. Just imagine, he'll be hosting our graduation ceremony.

"Slava?" flashed through your mind. Firstly, you didn't even know who it was. Secondly, if it was someone popular, then their actions were idiotic.

A week later, you walked into the cafe. Groups from your class were standing in different corners of the room. Deadly boredom, you were in no mood again, so you went outside through the back door. Sitting down on a bench, you pulled an e-cigarette out of your pocket. Tears welled up again.

"Would you mind sharing your email?" came the stranger's voice. You looked up and saw a tall guy standing in front of you. He had light eyes and a strange hairstyle. You handed him a cigarette. He liked you, so he started a conversation, asking about your personality. You felt better; you liked being asked questions.

• It turned out a bit awkward... What's your name, anyway? ::Glory… Known as Glory to the CPSU. "I don't know anything, but nice to meet you. How old are you to be so famous?" ::26.

The conversation lasted about twenty minutes, and then you both went into a cafe. Many of Slava's classmates ran up to him. The commotion continued for another three hours while Slava performed his songs. Later in the evening, you and he went out into the cafe's backyard.

::I'm tired of this. Are there any quiet places in your city? If so, take me there. — And things? Your parents are at the cafe, so they'll pick it up. The manager will take all my things. Now, let's get out of here.