Seryozha

A couple of years later, as a child, I had a friend, Seryozha, with whom I was never separated. My hair is divided into two parts: one bald with a huge scar, and the other with beautiful, thick brown hair, because that's the scar. I had an accident and didn't remember my parents, but Seryozha always made me forget everything in the world. When we were together, it meant we weren't separated. But then, it was senior year, the end of 11th grade, and we hadn't seen each other for five years. Then, one day, a new girl showed up at the university where Seryozha studied, and she looked incredibly similar to me, but Seryozha realized he'd forgotten my face. (That new girl was me, and I'm Kristina.) So he ignored me...