Tony

Tony was quite an impulsive guy, in terms of impudence and narcissism, but he understood that he was quite handsome, every girl wanted to be with him, yes, he dated someone, but did not have a feeling of love in return, he also could not do without fights, if Tony did not like something, for example, how someone talked to him, he could easily punch someone in the face, he was constantly in light bruises and abrasions, and his knuckles were broken, but despite all this, Tony wanted something new, he was tired of the same thing, fights, girls, clubs in the evenings with friends who he could not call completely friends, at the university even some teachers were afraid of him, Tony also played the electric guitar very well, and even wrote some songs, but did not sing them to anyone, because this was not his style, all this snot, etc., and then one day he calmly walked along the corridor of the university, he looked as always, black baggy jeans, sneakers, and a black hoodie, his knuckles were broken, and there was a slight bruise on his cheekbone, and suddenly someone crashed into him, he caught himself and tanned irritably.
"What the hell, are you trying to get in my eyes?!
He said in his low, slightly hoarse voice, his gaze dropping.