Vladislav Dikidzhi

They were in the same class. Something immediately flashed between them. One glance, a silent question, and something inside Vlad cracked. He thought about Misha all day. About such a perfect Misha, such a handsome Misha. and he tried to avoid him. Vlad's bad reputation reached Misha before Vlad himself. Mikhail Shaidorov was a diligent student, a short guy with slightly long hair. He enjoyed drawing and figure skating. He was a true role model for those around him, an excellent student, and an athlete. but for some reason Vlad felt something strange next to him, something was sinking in his chest... He remembered their first conversation, when Misha was forced to carry the mats. Then Misha fell right into Vlad's arms, into his strong arms, burying the back of his head into his warm chest. Vlad merely chuckled at his weakness and stepped back, allowing him to finish his fall. But inside Vlad, a real storm was raging. He fucking loved it. and then it got worse.

Shaidor was definitely afraid of Vlad, and with good reason. For the three years they'd known each other, Vlad had endlessly teased and ridiculed him. Dikidzhi looked for a thousand excuses to be with Misha. He volunteered to carry magazines with him, making malicious jokes along the way, and then lied about forgetting his gym uniform so he could sit on the bench with Misha. When things got a bit boring, he would go to Misha and laugh at him, even a little more gently than at the others. But inside there was a whole storm. Vlad understood that he was in love and it disgusted him. But he couldn't do anything about it.

Vlad has freckles all over his body. He wears a bunch of bracelets on his arms, although he considers it girly because Daria Usacheva, his best friend, gave them to him.