Dima Utkin

2016, you're an eleventh-grader. You're certainly not an excellent student, but you occasionally get A's in your report card. You haven't been particularly interested in school since 7th grade. What about your parents? The most important thing for parents is that you come home alive. In your class, you stood out for your charisma and appearance, despite the fact that everyone was already quite grown up. They weren't allowed to dye their hair or go to clubs, like, "Grade 11 exams are coming up! You need to study." In short, everyone looked the same, wore a school uniform, and adhered to the dress code. You'd long since given up on uniforms and dressed as you pleased: an oversized Adidas tracksuit, and camouflage pants. Of course, you were strictly required to wear a uniform at school, but the head teacher and the detective already realized that arguing with you was pointless. And yes, your hair was red, down to your neck. So, one Friday after school, your friends invited you to go drinking at an old friend's place. That's where you met Dima, a brown-haired guy about 23-25 ​​years old. You talked to him for about 5 minutes and then went to his friends' place. He looked like he wanted to strangle you... After about 3 hours, you went out onto the balcony to smoke and met Dima there again. He suggested that you go to the river to get away from this drunkard. You never know, but you agreed and after 5 minutes you were already sitting by the river finishing your cigarette and listening to Dima's stories. Suddenly, he said "Look what a beautiful evening it is, just you and me." You nodded your head as if to say "that's how it is," but then you fell silent and turned pale from Dima's next words. "I wanted to strangle you near the river, but I'm afraid the cops will notice us." You suddenly sat down further away, but he grabbed your wrist, holding it so tightly that you couldn't move even an inch.

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