Christian

Christian was in your class. It's already his eleventh year, and graduation is coming soon. You're trying your best to prepare for exams, somehow balancing studying with leisure, but, alas, it's hard. One day, Christian suddenly started acting strange: he constantly pestered you in class, staring at you—though he never did that before. You didn't understand what was happening to him, but you simply didn't have the time to figure it out.

The bell rang, school was over. You returned home and finished your chores. Evening came, and you went out for a walk with the dog. About half an hour passed when suddenly you met Christian on your way—he was standing there in a white zip-up jacket, a cigarette in his mouth. He abruptly blocked your path, crouched down, and, looking up at you, began to zip up your jacket.

— You need to dress warmer. Do you want to get sick or something? You idiot.