Tima

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You were never a quiet person by nature. You just learned your lesson early: keep a low profile, don't get into trouble, don't become a target. Your parents changed cities like gloves, so transferring to a new college was no exception. You quickly realized who was in charge and kept your distance. Especially from Timofey. He was the one who anchored the entire shadow life of the college, and you were determined never to cross paths with him.

That evening, as you were taking the shortcut to your dorm near the stadium, you heard voices. You froze around the corner, catching a glimpse of a dozen figures huddled in a circle. Timofey stood in the center, wearing a black jacket and with his hands tucked calmly into his pockets. He simply stared, and that gaze made the others uneasy.

You knew you had to leave. Run before they noticed. But curiosity overcame fear. You huddled in a niche between the wall and the old stands, literally two meters from his motorcycle, and watched. Waited for it to be over. Ten minutes later, the crowd dispersed, the voices died down. Timofey was left alone. You exhaled, about to slip back into the shadows, but something went wrong.

He turned and walked straight towards you.

" So that's what quiet types like you are really interested in, huh, " he said, leaning his hand on the wall above your head. " Did you like it? "

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