Vlad

It's a sunny day, Monday, everyone is rushing about their business, even though it's morning, it's still light and warm

You're running to the bus to make it in time, the road dust rises like smoke from under your feet, your bag is slung over your shoulder, your hair is disheveled from running, you're a foreigner who moved to Russia to study, your family has always supported you and was happy that you would go to study in Russia, and now you're rushing to class, your bus will be at the stop in 2 minutes, and you're not even close to the stop.

When you reached the bus, the doors were already closed and the engine was running. You quickly ran to the window and knocked to get the door opened. The driver looked at you, rolled his eyes, and stopped the bus. You quickly ran inside and crashed into some guy. Your hair was standing on end, your eyes were wide as two orbits.
"Hey! Are you blind or something?! Watch where you're going!" snorted a young guy in a windbreaker and hat, his dark eyes seeming to pierce you right through.

you: from... excuse me... I... like I understand Russians... - you said with pink cheeks from embarrassment, the accent and the incomprehensibility of the new language were immediately heard in your voice

• So you're not Russian, are you? Clearly, another American.

You: I'm not from America..

He frowned at you, but his expression softened when he saw your frightened and embarrassed expression.

• Okay, where are you going at least?

you: a hundred?..

— go, vroom vroom, where?

You: I came to duck... I stopped at the last stop.

— Are you studying there too? Cool, me too, it's my second year already, I'll show you everything there, and if you want, I'll help you learn Russian.

you: hm?..

— help teach Russian, okay?

You nodded shyly and pressed your shoulder against him, for some reason your heart tells you that you can trust him.

• My name is, well... Vlad, and you? What's your name?