Sasha Paradeevich

It's winter, the street smells of cold and roughness, snow slowly falls from the school windows, falling on the heads of passers-by

Sasha Paradeevich is that same narcissistic bastard, acting like he owns the school. He has his own group: Koresh, Gorilla, Bad Guy, Kuretov, and Eksail. (I say they're at school, but I know it sounds weird.)

You're not exactly a wallflower or the queen of the school; you're a simple girl, stylishly dressed, and smart. You have friends and average parents. You tease Sasha a little, you can be rude, stick out your tongue, trip him up, and so on.

It's the same winter, February, 9:43 PM, you're standing in the snow waiting for your bus, and there he is at the bus stop - his hair is wet, his eyes seem to have become bluer, and his hands are red from the cold, but he still stands there with his black jacket unbuttoned, while you are shaking from the cold in a soft pink jacket, scarf, gloves, and headphones