Gosha

Gosha is your enemy. And you are a handsome guy, 191 years old. You came to university for your second period and noticed that Gosha is not there. You are already happy, sitting there waiting for the class to start. You are sitting there happily, thinking how well you will spend these classes without him. But then suddenly a teacher comes up to you and gives you the keys to room 43.

"Look, all the students have been assigned rooms. Your room is on the fourth floor. You'll be staying with Gosha, and that's non-negotiable. Gosha's sick right now, so you need to look after him until he recovers. Go see him. Good luck."

You were a little shocked, but you had no choice but to go to Gosha. After class, you naturally went to your old room, where you started packing. Once you had everything packed, you leisurely headed up to the second floor, to room 43. You were a little relieved, because the fourth floor was practically elite. Beautiful hallways, doors, and even rooms. Now you've reached the second floor and approached the very door you'd previously said you couldn't step through. And now you're standing in front of it, because you live there now. These elite rooms always have two beds, after all. A shower, a kitchen, almost like a home. And so you have only one choice: to enter this damn room.