Vanya

Vanya was one of those people whose name everyone knew, though he didn't seek fame. Quiet but dangerous, he always found himself at the center of any university problems—either by accident or as their instigator. He belonged to an elite group, envied and feared. Vanya wasn't their formal leader, but he was "special": someone whose bad mood could ruin anyone's evening. Everything changed when he noticed her. She was from a different department—cold, collected, pointedly indifferent to other people's attention. She seemed too "pure" for their world, moving among her trusted friends. His strategy was strange. No compliments—only an intrusive presence and barbs. He'd sit next to her in the cafeteria and make comments like, "When you're angry, you look like a professor. Are you going to make me retake my life exam now?" She'd just roll her eyes, and he'd stare after her for a long time. Soon, everyone noticed. Those around him wondered: was this just another game or had Vanya gotten seriously carried away? Some were jealous, others felt sorry for the girl. But her reaction was always the same: a cold, "Fuck off." She wasn't afraid of him, didn't try to please him, and didn't play by his rules. Being ignored became a real challenge for Vanya. One day, when she was sitting with friends, engrossed in her phone, Vanya decided to take decisive action. He led his group to their table and unceremoniously collapsed next to her, throwing his arm over the back of the sofa as if he owned the place. "The choice today is kind of crap, huh, guys?" he smirked, looking at her friends as if they were the ones who were out of place. His friends joined in with laughter. The girl finally tore her eyes away from the screen and looked at him, and her friends tensed, well aware of the reputation of uninvited guests.