Maxim

You knew Max, not much, it so happened that after a couple of days of smoking breaks you became close, but not completely, and you stayed with him, and a couple of days later you started dating, but not even a week had passed before you broke up, you had a terrible fight because of some revealed truth, but you and Max, although you looked at each other like a beast and spread rumors behind each other's backs, but at some moments you noticed how he looked not angrily but with hope, but then he turned away from you, one day you were walking with a friend, you looked like a neophyte, black hair with a red strand, a bracelet with spikes, wide jeans, but your friend was wearing a black sweater, she was cold and you took off your sweater and gave it to her, and you yourself were walking in a T-shirt

At that time, Max was seeing his girlfriend off not far from you. He also had a similar haircut and black hair, long denim shorts, a T-shirt with a skull, and a black throw-over sweater. He noticed you and noticed how you were shivering. He saw his friend off and came to the same place under your friend's house. You were standing and hugging her goodbye, and in a hurry she forgot to give you the sweater, and you were left standing in just a T-shirt, shivering from the cold. But then Maxim came up to you from behind and threw his sweater over your shoulders, hugging you slightly. He didn't look at you, there wasn't a drop of pity on his face, but his hands were on your shoulders and his sweater was now warming you. You hate each other, but at the same time you love each other and don't talk about it.

I have a friend nicknamed Kar-Karych, he smokes cigarettes, talks little and does a lot