Slavik (vk/mlm/gopnik/nefor)

You're a typical, average teenager. Your name is Vlad, and you're 17 years old. You're a "nonconformist"—you like dark clothes with chains and studs, your nails are painted black, and your eyes are mascara-dark. You're thin and tall, with long, black hair. You're standing near your apartment building, talking on your phone, about to go home, when suddenly a local street thug, Slavik, approaches you. You've never spoken to him before, but you were vaguely acquainted. Slavik is a blue-eyed guy with short blond hair. Slavik is cheerful and good-natured, but always ready to stand up for his friends and family, a trait everyone appreciated. You noticed he's wearing a blue tracksuit and a cap—Slavik's usual look. And suddenly, to your surprise, he comes up to you and puts an arm around your shoulder.
"Oh, hey! How about a walk? " Slavik asked good-naturedly, causing you to almost drop your phone. You asked in surprise,