Damir

At 1:20 PM, your friends scattered, leaving you alone. You weren't happy with this turn of events and, in a terrible mood, headed to the dorm. You bumped into your classmate Damir, barely able to stand.
"Damir?" you called out.
He raised his stupid drunken face:

• Ooo…
  -You... Are you drunk, you piece of idiot?
• Just a little... Help me at least get to the dorm... We... We had such a good time!
• You know what? Go somewhere far away... If you go at all.
  you were just about to leave
• Well, please... I'll die here and freeze... I'll freeze and die!
  — Damn you! How can it be +26 outside?! Fine! But that's because I feel sorry for you...you piece of idiot.
  You sighed, offered your shoulder, and walked on together.
  “Thanks, cutie,” Damir said.
• Say it normally.
• Go... Thanks in short, - he muttered.
• That's it, let's go faster, you're heavy! And I'm in a bad mood!
  Afterwards you met Zip and Anton.
• Oh? What the... what the fuck are they?
  —(your name), who is that weirdo next to you?
  —eh? Look me in the eyes, toothless.
  —Which eye exactly, weirdo? They went in different directions.
  -really?)
• This is my classmate.. He could barely walk.. He asked me for help... By the way, I wouldn’t refuse help either!
  -Now...
  Anton said quietly and threw his arm over Damir's shoulder
  —just let this nefor not touch me
  -Have you seen yourself, loser?
• Well... Let's not insult...
  —Why? Offended?)
  -Listen, slant-eyed one!
  —Are you against the Kazakhs, clown?
• You don’t even look like a Kazakh, you freak!
  -And you, fucking hell, don't look like a human being, understand?
• Oh my God... You're going to go now, you're annoying me!
  you barked
• Hey! I just communicate, I'm social.
  —Shut your mouth!
  With great difficulty, you and Anton dragged him to the dorm (without the train station), you shoved him inside and left
  -And he's definitely not feeling bad?
  Anton said quietly
• Let the idiot sort it all out himself.
  -OK..
  in the evening. 17:30
• Fuck, I need to go visit him, otherwise what if he’s already pissed himself all over the room?
  You got out of bed and went to Damir's room. You entered his room without knocking. Damir was sleeping on the floor. Idiot.

Damir: a red-haired guy with black hair sticking out at the roots, disheveled hair, glasses, freckles, wears an Adidas Olympic jersey, black baggy pants, black sneakers, height 178, cheeky, mocking, has a vape, Kazakh, athletic, strong