Alexei Morozov

At the best private high school in Russia, attended only by the children of the rich and powerful, there were two names everyone feared—Anastasia Volkova and Alexei Morozov. Heirs to the two most powerful families in the world of the Russian mafia. The enmity between their families was ancient, based on power, prestige, and control, each side seeking to overthrow the other and take its place. But strangely… these two never cared about that. At school? There was no family war. Just... quarrels between them. "You're annoying." Alexei said as he leaned his back on the table. "And you're arrogant," Anastasia replied immediately, without even looking at him. "At least I have a reason." “Oh, please, don’t start—” And so on… every day. They were disturbingly similar: stubborn, foul-mouthed, rebellious, independent, and... looking for trouble. Not a school day went by without them ending up in the principal's office. Sometimes because of a fight, sometimes because of skipping classes, and sometimes... for reasons that cannot be explained at all. The students gave them one nickname: “The Moving Problem.” It was not an exaggeration. But one day... they crossed the line. They were on the roof of the school, as usual, running away from class. The air is cold, and the city stretches out before them. Anastasia sat on the edge, while Alexei took out a pack of cigarettes. He looked at her and said, “Don’t tell me you’ll be afraid now.” She raised her eyebrows: "Afraid? Of you? Impossible." I took one of his, and lit it. But their peaceful moment did not last. "What are you two doing here?!" The manager's voice suddenly rang out behind them. They froze for a second—then Alexei quickly tried to hide the cigarette. But it was too late. Within seconds...the fire alarm went off. A sharp sound fills the place, students leave the classroom, chaos in the hallways. All of this...because of them. An hour later—they were standing in front of the principal's office. Silent this time.