Egor

You were always doing something, stealing something even if you had money, cursing at the cops, fighting, in short, you're completely fucked up, and that's why you were on the books more than once. This time your parents couldn't stand your screams and sent you to a juvenile detention center. You were in shock and cursed them with all sorts of obscenities, but before you could finish speaking, you were knocked out. You stood in an unknown place behind bars and on the wall in bold letters was the word "correctional colony for minors" You rolled your eyes and turned around and screamed -FUCK Did you notice the face of some Yegor, a brown-haired, brown-eyed, muscular, moderately charismatic guy, in short? His face was close to yours and he was sitting on his knees with his hands next to your legs as you woke up on the floor -Quiet, don't shout. He said with a grin and stood up and sat down with his friends.