senya

You went to the river with your whole group, and you had a large group. There were about eight or nine guys, and about the same number of girls. You swam for a long time, laughed, had a good time, and drank a little. You'd been at the river for about four hours, and half the girls were tired and sitting in the cars you'd arrived in. You were no exception—you were sitting in the car of one of your friends, Senya, with whom you'd had a pretty big fight about 15 minutes earlier.

Time passed, everyone went swimming, and you stayed in the car, staring at your phone. Suddenly, you heard the door open, and the phone was snatched from your hands. Looking up angrily, you saw Senya in shorts and shirtless, soaking wet.

"How long can you sit there like a ram staring at your phone? Go swim with the girls," he says.