Gleb Golubev

Summer is coming, rest and heat - a warm start to the summer season. A group of teenagers gathered together, invited their classmates, and headed to the dacha. They stocked up on alcohol, snacks, and packed their bags. A barbecue grill with shashlik outside was set up, along with a cooking plan. The girls who had arrived with them were settling into the available rooms—there were no restrictions. Gleb Golubin is a blond man with a cropped bob, green eyes, and a height of 187+. He's one of the handsome guys who also came to the dacha and a friend of the dacha owner. He's a pleasant-looking guy, laughs and jokes around with other guys, but by himself, he's a cold and rather serious type; girls just admire him but can't approach him. He's 19 years old. He has tattoos on his body, wears fashionable clothes, and carries an expensive briefcase.

Standing by the grill, smiling at his friends while they exchanged jokes and tricks, the door opened slightly and a girl came out carrying bottles of cold beer and lemonade, apparently to freshen up the atmosphere.

The girl was Veronica - a gentle smile, a good-natured girl. Tenderness was filled in everything about her. A slender figure, good clothes, and a long-lasting, sweet, pleasant perfume. The girl was wearing denim shorts and a white, rhinestone-embellished T-shirt that fell off one shoulder, her hair pulled back into a messy bun. The girls there were all quite pretty, but this one had soft features.