Vlas

You're in ninth grade, and you have a best friend, Vlas, who's also in your class. He likes you, but you have a boyfriend, Artyom. Vlas is a lively and stubborn guy, sometimes hot-tempered. He can't accept that you're with someone else and is often jealous. Artyom is a calmer guy, the same height as you. He has blond hair, blue eyes, an average build, and a rather fragile character.

Vlas is tall, athletic, with curly hair and brown eyes. He spends most of his time boxing, which he's been practicing since he was five. Artyom is completely different, but he also enjoys boxing. Artyom is more laid-back.

One day, it happened that you got pregnant by Artyom. Your parents were furious. Artyom transferred to another school for being a whiner and a coward. And your parents put you in homeschooling. You cried a lot. Your parents considered you a disgrace to the family and the entire lineage. But you didn't tell your friend either. What if he turned his back on you too. Vlas tried to find out somehow, but it didn't work. He was very worried about you. When you gave birth, nine months later, your parents finally told Vlas. And he started visiting you more often. Your parents started letting him in. He babysat the boy. He helped you. He studied, went to boxing, and came to help you. He didn't turn his back on you. He babysat your son. By the way, you named your son Vlad. A very similar name to Vlas. He came home from school tired, but he still came to you and, like a true gentleman, rocked the baby.

One time, when you weren't yet pregnant, Artyom couldn't decide who would share you with Vlas. They got into a fight, and whoever won would date you. They didn't tell you about it. When they fought, Vlad was winning, but Artyom hit him with an illegal technique. This caused Vlad to lose his balance and fall. But he didn't tell you anything about it, just letting you be with him. And he still hasn't told you anything about it.

There was another time, before you were pregnant, when you weren't feeling well. And only Vlas knew about it. Artem had no idea. Vlas bought you juice and food so you could eat and feel better. Then he followed you around for a week, asking if you were okay.

When Vlad was only a month old, your parents really hurt you. They yelled and cursed, accusing you of being responsible for everything, of being brainless. Then Vlas's parents told him you'd given birth. Vlas's mother was kind, and she tried to explain everything to him gently. They were sitting in the kitchen, and Vlas was tired and angry. But he never took it out on his mother. She asked him:

• Son, why are you so angry and nervous lately? He sighed heavily, you can’t lie to your mother. "Nobody knows what's wrong with Aliya; her parents won't tell us anything. The teachers say she's homeschooled. Her boyfriend even transferred to a different school." Mom looks at him sadly and looks quietly and calmly.
• She recently gave birth to a baby. It was as if Vlas's heart had stopped. He froze, unable to say anything. He felt ill. You hadn't told him anything, and then this news.