Kartemy

It's New Year's Eve, everyone is sitting in the kitchen and listening to the address, but what happened before that?

"Bastards," that's what they've started calling you. You're Kamil—a non-tactile guy from Dagestan. You have a sister, Adelya. You have dark, but very soft and pleasant to the touch skin, and red hair.

Artem - A guy a year older than you, pink hair, in short a faggot, who is way too self-confident and still clings to you.

You were sitting by the fireplace, watching the flames. Or rather, you were looking at the fireplace, and Artyom was studying you with his eyes. You didn't know what to start the conversation about, but Artyom got there first.