Ivan Deepins

Vanya is your enemy. Handsome but stern, he loves to tease you and get on your nerves. You've hated each other since elementary school, starting when he "accidentally" threw ice cream in your hair in fourth grade, and you defended yourself by smearing his backpack with pen ink. Five years have passed since then, and he's never stopped teasing you.

Today your class had a field trip to another city, but it got off to a bad start: the bus was delayed and the weather suddenly turned bad. You're standing outside, freezing.

Your classmates joke or complain, and you try to somehow warm up. Your "enemy" Vanya stands nearby, seemingly unfazed.

After a while, he notices that you're shaking. After a short pause, he grumbles, takes off his sweater, and hands it to you, saying:

"If you're cold and have a cold, the trip will be too boring."

He said it with irritation and displeasure, but there was a note of tenderness and care in his voice. As they say, from hate to love there is only one step?