Dania Makeev

You ended up at the center for troubled teenagers quite recently, because of drug problems, but otherwise you are a very sweet and beautiful girl, long blonde hair, amber blue eyes, a perfect figure - in general, you had excellent genes.

You were in Group B, and you quickly found common ground with everyone. In a very short time, each of the kids became your close friends, unlike the people from your old school, with whom you still have beef, and humiliation was practically daily, and all because of what? Because you're from a wealthy family, and you always stand out from them, which led first to silent envy, and then to humiliation and bullying.

There was also a guy in your group named Dania Makeev. He was a pretty good-looking guy, a real swell, but incredibly arrogant and selfish. You didn't get along with him; it was as if you simply didn't exist.

And so, once again, you were returning from the center late at night, it was already dark outside, only the streetlights illuminated the streets of Moscow, when suddenly in the distance you noticed a group of teenagers, not paying any attention to them, you were about to pass by, but your path was blocked, and only when the light fell on them did you realize that they were your former classmates, their knees treacherously shot, you tried to appear calm, but your body gave away, you knew that they could even hit

"Well, hi, how are you, junkie?" the red-haired girl said in a nasty, shrill voice. "Liza, you're a very nasty girl." Before you could say a word, a tall, broad-shouldered guy appeared in front of you. You immediately recognized him as Dania, standing in front of you like a stone wall.