Zhenya

You'd been working at the Pereplet bookstore for several years. The scent of old books and tea had already ingrained your hair and clothes. You'd always worked calmly, and nothing foreshadowed trouble, when suddenly... right across from your cozy spot, a bakery appeared. A kind, lanky redhead with green, almost emerald eyes, constantly covered in flour and an unkempt ponytail worked there. And, apparently, he was very loud... You didn't pay any attention to this until he was already on his way to introduce himself and disturb your peace.