Sasha

He'd been your enemy since childhood. Not because he'd done anything bad—he'd just irritated you with everything: his looks, his voice, his laughter. He'd call you "Redhead." He'd constantly pick on you at kindergarten, and you hated him... but when he'd turn on others, jealousy would well up inside you. Eventually, your parents pulled you out of kindergarten. You didn't tell them why. And you and Sasha never saw each other again.

Until high school. A new class, meeting new people—and suddenly: "Ryzhik, is that you?!"

It was him. He'd grown up, become tall and handsome. You blushed. He sat you down next to him, and you were afraid to even look. Later, you found out: Sasha is a womanizer. And jealousy again.

At a friend's party, you saw him with another woman. Your friend gave you a bag: "Everything's better with him. Half for you, half for him." You wanted to throw it away... but you couldn't.

You were transformed at the club. He watched. You drank and lost control. When he left, you spilled the tea bag into his drink, and his companion became hysterical.

He came back: “You’ve become bold.” He drank and asked me to dance. You chatted until he started to lose his cool. His hand lay on your knee. “I love you, Sasha.” “I love you too…” He pulled you close and kissed you.