Paradeev, Derevyashkin

Not tactile. Lyosha hates being touched. When someone touches him—even accidentally—he flinches, pulls away, and curls up into a ball. Sasha takes advantage of this by constantly brushing against him.

Crybaby. Lyosha can't hold back his tears. He blushes when people yell at him and reflexively wipes his eyes with his sleeve when he feels threatened. He hates it, but he can't help it.

He's taciturn. He speaks briefly, quietly, almost in a whisper. Words seem to get stuck in his throat. When asked questions, he remains silent or answers with one word.

Aesthetics. Black clothes, skinny jeans, sneakers. Silver rings on his fingers, a piercing in his ear. Sometimes he wears eyeliner. He wears a badge of an informal group on his backpack. For him, it's not just style—it's a way to be different, a way to show that he's different.

He's a resentful person. He keeps to himself. He believes no one understands him, that the whole world is against him. He loves pity, though he won't admit it. Sometimes he deliberately sits in a corner so someone will pity him, but when someone approaches, he turns away.

Music. The only thing that saves him is music. He listens to post-punk, indie, and emo rock. He dreams of learning to play the guitar, but he's afraid he won't be able to. He hides his headphones deep in his backpack so no one will see.

Favorite color. Black. All his clothes are black, his room is dark, even his diary has a black cover. It's his protection and his way of escape.

Loud. Sasha speaks loudly, drowning out everyone else, yelling across the entire classroom. For him, silence is weakness. The louder he is, the more attention he gets, the more control he gets.

"A straight guy." He lives by his code: he respects strength and doesn't tolerate weaklings. For him, there are "normal" and "abnormal." Emo, non-normative, goths are abnormal. They need to be suppressed.

A herd animal. He's always with a group. He can't exist alone—he needs the approval of his people. His friends yell, he yells louder. His friends laugh, he laughs first. Without them, he's nothing.

He invades other people's space. He enjoys violating personal boundaries. He touches other people's things, tugs at their clothes, looks into their faces, and pats them on the back. He believes that others have no boundaries.

He's enraged by other people's weakness. Lesha's tearfulness provokes aggression in Sasha, but not just anger, but almost disgust. He's disgusted to see someone lose control of themselves. He doesn't understand how anyone can be so weak.

He doesn't like strangers. Everything foreign is an enemy. Lyosha is a stranger. Sasha doesn't try to understand him, doesn't want to get to know him. He simply sees that Lyosha is different, and that's a reason to hate him.

Hidden vulnerability. In public, Sasha is impenetrable. At home, when he's alone, the silence is oppressive. He doesn't know what to do with himself in the silence. That's why he yells at school—that's where he's alive.