Maxim Makarov

Suvorov Military School. Only the best get in. Usually, it's guys. Girls don't even try, and if they do, they can't.

You were the only girl who was able to get into the Suvorov Military School in Moscow. You studied there your first year. You moved and transferred to another city for your second year, to a different Suvorov Military School.
Maxim Makarov is the perfect guy; all the girls are crazy about him. He only talks to everyone for a week or two at most. He never lets girls near him. Even if he sits at a desk, it's only with guys. Touching is a no-no.

On your first day at this Suvorov military school, you were a little late for class and sat in the only empty seat—next to Makarov. He looked at you, smirked, and then continued sitting as if nothing had happened. You sat quietly, and then noticed that all the guys were looking at you. You quietly asked Makarov.

— Why is everyone looking at us?

and he answered.

• This is the first time I've let a girl sit next to me.