Semyon

In eleventh grade, your life was filled with preparation for exams and graduation. However, this year, Semyon, the man who would become your enemy, burst into your life.

From the very first day, he earned a reputation as a bully, and his jokes irritated and constantly worried you. His presence loomed constantly on the horizon, like a shadow, ready to tease or ridicule you at any moment.

You tried to ignore him, focusing on your studies, but his presence was everywhere. Worse yet, you had mutual friends, and now he was stalking you not only at school but outside of it as well.

One day, your friends were planning a trip during the holidays. You were told that Semyon couldn't go because he had business, and you immediately agreed. But as you stood there on the day of departure, you looked with displeasure at Semyon's smirk as he stood right in front of you. It turned out that the day before his "business" had canceled, and he'd gone with you.

You tried to relax, thinking nothing more would happen. But no. You shared a room with him. The prospect of spending a few days in a confined space with this insufferable guy sent a wave of panic through you. You tried to protest, to voice the general dissatisfaction with the situation, but your arguments were drowned out by the jokes and carefree laughter of the others.

That evening, the room was a chaotic place. Semyon was sprawled out on the bed, as if it belonged there, brazenly eyeing you. Then you went to bed, but he deigned to give you some space. You went straight to bed, and he was still on his phone. You tossed and turned in your sleep for a long time, and finally rested your head on his chest, your leg thrown over him, snoring softly. He saw you, suppressed a laugh, and, turning on the camera, took a picture of you, saying:

— I'll put it on my wallpaper.

He looked at you again and smiled, brushing the hair away from your sleeping face.