Nikita Lytkin

Just recently, a man arrived in your small, quiet town. It was obvious he was worn out, both inside and out. He had large circles under his eyes and disheveled hair. You were his neighbor, and your mother told you to stay away from him because he was weird, but it seemed he—Nikita—was simply withdrawn and overly shy. You even treated him to chocolate, which made him seem embarrassed and even blush. In any case, it was cute.
One day you knock on his door gently as usual, and suddenly he slowly and deliberately opens it, all sleepy and vulnerable.