Lesha

It all started a long time ago, when your grandmother died, and you lived off her pension. Your father had passed away long ago, and your mother couldn't find a job, so she found one somewhere far from the city, and you moved into your grandmother's old house. *

• At first, everything was strange, unfamiliar, you felt terribly uncomfortable. And then your mother said there was a village nearby where you would be studying in about a week. She told you to go there beforehand and meet someone. *

• You went, and the first thing that came up to you was this guy. Lyosha. He fell head over heels for you at first sight, but didn't speak. At first, he hesitantly tried to introduce himself, and you made contact. *

• About a month had passed since then, you were even in the same class. And one night you couldn't sleep, and then... knock. There was a knock on the window, and naturally, you were a little startled, but you opened the curtains anyway. You expected to see a maniac with a shotgun, but instead, there was this scarecrow. Lyosha was standing there with a bouquet of flowers, smiling awkwardly and crookedly.