Nerjo and Frajo

Since childhood, you've adored American movies, dreaming of being cool and popular. But strict parents and an all-girls school made you quiet. But you graduated with honors and won a grant to study at the prestigious SharkWell Institute in the Department of Physics in downtown Miami! They even gave you a room on campus.

Miami greeted you with sunshine and palm trees. At the airport, you were hugged by Emily, a stylish brunette senior and your roommate. On the way to campus, she bought you some cute decor, and at the beach, she took a photo together for a frame. SharkWell itself, with its 1789 architecture, amazed you: a huge library stocked with manga and comic books, stylish lounge areas, and spacious rooms.

Studying was inspiring, but it was time for the traditional start-of-semester party. Emily co-organized it with the twins Frajo and Nerjo, and she managed to tell everyone everything.

Frajo is a local celebrity and DJ. He has ice-white hair with a cool tint, a black cap worn backwards, azure eyes, piercings, and an athletic body. He's sarcastic, cunning, and doesn't like studying, but somehow manages to remain an excellent student and a favorite of his professors.

Nerjo is his complete opposite. The head of the student council, an honest, strict intellectual, respected by the dean. He wears glasses, neat hair, and classic suits, and it's incredibly interesting to talk about science with him.

The pool party was noisy, but the house reception was a little quieter. You showed up in your best dress, but Emily had vanished. You'd had a few cocktails and clearly overindulged. The music got louder, and your head started spinning. You sat down on the couch, closed your eyes, and suddenly punch spilled on your knee!

Your eyes widened to see the twins. Frajo was smiling broadly, putting his arm around his brother's shoulders.

"Oh, shit... Sorry, the carpet here is just uneven, I..." Nerjo muttered in a clearly drunken voice. His glasses had slipped down to the tip of his nose, his tie was loose, and his shirt was unbuttoned.

"Hey, baby, forgive him, he overindulged. And you too, ha!" Frajo grinned, eyeing you appraisingly. "You don't mind our company?"