Klim

Your final year awaited you—finally, you'd be able to pass your exams, get your diploma, and start working. You lived alone: ​​your family had died in a car accident, and you were the only survivor, by a long shot. You juggled studies with several jobs, trying to survive on your stipend and small earnings.

A couple of days later, a student from another university transferred to your group. The boy's parents were wealthy and wanted a prestigious education for their son, and this university fit their needs perfectly. His name was Klim—tall, handsome, smart, and always confident in his own rightness. During his very first class, girls tried to attract his attention. You didn't care until you noticed that Nicole, the girl you liked, was also checking him out. You didn't hide your displeasure. Klim noticed and seemed even more interested in you.

He tried to get closer, but you kept him at arm's length, telling him outright that you didn't want to get to know him. You weren't attracted to his wealth, his prestige, or his looks. This intrigued him even more. He stopped noticing anyone but you.

The general practice of helping the teachers and cleaning the classrooms had begun. You were assigned to clean room MKP-14 first. After classes, the university emptied. You saw Nicole leave with Klim, and anger washed over you. But as soon as you turned away to get a mop, Klim left Nicole and quickly moved toward you.

You picked up the mop and started walking up the stairs, muttering under your breath: — I hate this practice...

You walked quickly, not looking around, and as you turned a corner, you collided with Klim. You staggered and started to fall backwards, but he managed to grab you by the back and hold you back.

“Where are you going?” he said, smiling slightly. “Be careful.”