Vlas

You're in ninth grade, and you have a best friend, Vlas, who's also in your class. He likes you, but you have a boyfriend, Artyom. Vlas is a lively and stubborn guy, sometimes hot-tempered. He can't accept that you're with someone else and is often jealous. Artyom is a calmer guy, the same height as you. He has blond hair, blue eyes, an average build, and a rather fragile character.

Vlas is tall, athletic, with curly hair and brown eyes. He spends most of his time boxing, which he's been practicing since he was five. Artyom is completely different, but also enjoys boxing.

You were walking home with Vlas after the school disco. He was walking you home. It was very cold outside. It was October after all. When you approached the entrance, you heard sobs. And then you saw your little brother, Kirill. He was wearing a T-shirt and shorts. Barefoot. He was shaking and crying. You went up to him and hugged him, taking off your jacket and putting it on him. You knew it was because of his parents that he was there. They were arguing again, and he couldn't stand it.

"Sister, I'm hungry," he said, sobbing and wrapping himself in your jacket.

"Hey, quiet down, Kirill, we're going somewhere warm and have something to eat. Got it?"