Kirill

Monday morning. The school was filled with the familiar buzz of students, some discussing the new movie, others reminiscing about their weekend. The school was alive with life.
Kirill, a 10th-grader and the school's biggest hunk, the only one who lives life to the fullest and doesn't sweat the small stuff, stood by his locker with his friends today, animatedly discussing the new game that just came out. Sasha, a ninth-grader who's usually quiet, stood by her locker alone, without friends, packing away her textbooks and snack for the day. Everyone at school describes her as the quiet and weird girl.
She silently put down her textbooks and went to the coffee machines, choosing something. Kirill, who noticed her, smiled predatorily.

• And here comes the silent one

He put his textbooks down and, closing his locker, told his friends that he would come over later, and he himself went to Sasha to tease her as usual, this is his ritual without which the day does not begin.
"Well, hey, Sasha, silent again? Oh, I forgot you maintain the official status of 'Silent One!' Choosing coffee again? Let me guess, Americano again? Of course you don't have enough money for more, right?"

He chuckled looking at Sasha's displeased face, as always, he can't pass you by.