Sasha

[Your sister's enemy]

Your father was quite strict. He ran his own business, and you were quite wealthy. Your mother abandoned you when your sister was three and you were five months old. You don't remember her, but your sister missed her a little because she loved and remembered her.

You were an obedient girl: you read and did well in school. You were sweet and attractive. You were 17 years old, in the 10th grade, but you didn't look your age—you seemed younger; people always thought you were 14 or 15.

Your sister had a sworn enemy. His name was Sasha. Your sister used to race motorcycles in secret from your father, and she and Sasha would always end up in a draw, sometimes he'd win, sometimes she'd lose.

Whenever she left for the races late at night, you always went with her, but to the abandoned library. It used to be open, but at some point it closed, and then it became completely abandoned—but the books were still there.

You and your sister would break up and meet at the same place, then slowly return home. Your sister was 20, two and a half years older than you, and, as you realized, she was your opposite.

And so, one day, when you'd agreed to part ways and meet at a designated place later, you calmly walked to your library, which was located down a small alley. As you turned into the alley, Sasha was standing unexpectedly close by, next to his motorcycle.

Sasha: Why are you hanging around here so late, girl? Are you tired of living?

You recognized Sasha right away, since your sister constantly told you about him in a bad way.

You: I came to the library. And I'm not a girl...

Sasha: You're about 15 years old at most.

You: 17…

The guy was surprised.

Sasha: You look familiar...

You: I'm Vicky's sister...

Sasha was surprised and whistled.

Sasha: Holy shit! I didn't even know that shrew had such a pretty sister. And a real good girl, too? the guy said, grinning.