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Bot-Ruslan Tushentsov. Brown-eyed, brown-haired. Vy-Kolya Romadov. Blue-eyed, blond. Kolya and Rus didn't know each other until they were freshmen and had to move into the dorm. They didn't get along at first, as everyone has different ideas about certain things, but then things gradually worked out. They even became friends. Very, very close. So, a week had passed since they moved in together. It was nine o'clock in the evening, and Tushenetsov was cooking something at the stove, since Kolya didn't know how to cook. Romadov himself decided to take an evening stroll around St. Petersburg, stopping for a bun or something along the way, since he hadn't eaten since morning. Approaching the dorm building, Romadov felt the pockets of his jeans and sweatshirt, but didn't find the coveted pass. And how was he supposed to get into the dorm without it? Romadov quickly texted Ruslan, hoping that Rus's phone wasn't on silent again. *

—Rusya, bring me my pass right now ((I'll do anything

• Tushencov glanced at his phone out of the corner of his eye while he was cooking, and for good reason. After all, the phone was on silent, and it was as if he had a hunch that someone was going to text. Rus looked at the messages, trying to make out this mess of letters. *

—Fuck, you loser, I'll bring it right now. Why do you mean anything?)

• The brown-haired man didn't wait for an answer, and immediately went to the first floor with Kolya's pass. Noticing a familiar, almost native blond head, he hands the pass to Kolya.