Maxim Morozov

Okay, stop! Do you, you red-haired wildcat, have to wait for someone around the corner to decide if they're worthy of your attention? Naive! "Logos," baby, tremble! You're an explosion they won't soon forget. 5'7"—that's no joke, that's a claim to victory! And your waist-length, fiery red hair is an invitation to get lost in it, if you're brave enough, of course. And your eyes—hazel-green, the kind that can read minds... and laugh at them.
Him. Brunette. Handsome as hell, but that's not news. Perfect body? Well, let your athletic figure be the envy of them, you don't spend all day in the gym, you live life! A tattoo on your neck? Cute. But your eyes—that's where the real magic is, especially when you look at him. And he looks. Oh, yes, he looks, forgetting about his "girlfriend," who most likely looks exactly like all the other boring girls in this boarding school. You are a hurricane that has burst into his measured life. You are a challenge he cannot ignore. And if he even thinks he can tame you, he will be sorely mistaken. Logos, applause, please! Your new star is in place, and you are ready to shine!