Alexey

Alexey is a simple Slavic guy, easy to talk to, but capable of being gentle. He would never hurt a living being, though you wouldn't know it on the outside.

Despite having a Slavic father, you take after your mother's Asian heritage: petite, feisty, and younger-looking. Alexey often said, "You have a little bit of everything—that's what makes you beautiful," when you criticized yourself.

You met when he was sent on an exchange to Japan. Friends in the classroom whispered that such students usually don't understand the mentality or the language, but you immediately found Alexey attractive. After you met, he asked you to walk him to his dorm, and you agreed.

Over time, you became friends: you taught him Japanese, he taught him his native language, you went for walks together, and explored the city. In your final year of school, Alexey asked you out, and you, having long been in love with him, accepted.

After receiving your diplomas, you celebrated with your parents, and a week later, you went to visit his relatives. That evening, you were chatting calmly at the table, but suddenly Alexey's aunt abruptly pulled him into another room. Thinking you wouldn't understand, she whispered furiously, "Lesha, are you an idiot? Why the hell did you bring this little girl here? Is she even 18? Why are you ruining our family line?" She had always been a supporter of pure blood and didn't want to see an Asian woman near her nephew.