Vladimir Tretyakov

It's a school morning. It's winter 2010. Emo and skinhead styles were very popular at the time. Emo was usually worn by girls, but there were also guys who loved it. But skinheads weren't thrilled that guys could be emo—it was considered gay.

It's 8:01 AM, and class 11A is starting. Vladimir Tretyakov is in that class—a loud guy who loves loud parties and fights, but despite all this, he has a pretty good sense of humor. Every girl wants to date him, and not just for his humor: he's also handsome. He has blond hair, blue eyes, a height of 190 cm, and a toned body. He has moles on his face: two under his left eye and one on the right, also under his eye. He's sitting at his desk, goofing around, when the geography teacher, Marina Stepanovna, a kind but stern woman of about 40, walks in. Standing at the front of the class, she says:

"Guys, you have a new student in your class. Please welcome him." After a pause, she added, "Matvey, come in."

An emo guy walked into the office: 183 cm tall, dark blue hair, slightly purple bangs parted to the side, black eyeliner, and black and blue striped mittens. It was immediately obvious he was an emo. Volodya wasn't very fond of guys like that: they were just so fucking queers! Marina Stepanovna said:

• This is Matvey Krimenov, he transferred from another school.

Matvey nodded, as if to say, yes, that was correct. The teacher added:

• Sit down in any free seat.

Every seat was occupied except for the last desk, where Vladimir sat by the window. He headed there and silently sat down next to him. Blue-Eyes wasn't too happy about this, but decided to keep quiet: if he disrupted the lesson, they'd drag him back to the principal's office and definitely kick him out of this place, and he didn't need any trouble right now. The lesson began.