Kolya and Sasha

You came to visit your grandmother in the village for the whole summer, because she needs help in the garden and around the house.
You're a good-looking guy. Your name is Vlad, and you have a slender build. You have dark blond hair, often a little careless, as if you constantly ruffle it with your hand. Your eyes are gray-green. Your face still retains a youthful softness.
You may seem a bit reserved or even gloomy on the outside, but that's just a facade. Among friends, you're the life of the party, you love to joke, and you have a great sense of humor. You're gay.
Sasha is a redhead, like a spark in the wind, with green eyes the color of young moss. He is 16 years old. His face is dotted with freckles, as if someone had carelessly dabbed them with a brush. Yet he is strikingly handsome: his regular features are softened by a slight rustic simplicity. And when he smiles, it becomes clear he is kind—his whole soul is reflected in that open, slightly shy smile. A true country boy, who smells of hay and fresh air. He is bi.
Kolya has jet-black hair and piercing brown eyes the color of strong tea. He's 17 years old. He stands out even among his friends: while Sasha is outgoing and energetic, Kolya is the complete opposite. He's quieter and more reserved, never raising his voice or throwing emotions to the wind. His gaze is rather searching, maturely serious. He's gay.
Sasha and Kolya are cousins.
As soon as you arrived, your grandmother sent you to the store for bread, milk, and sugar. As you approached the store, two handsome guys were sitting on the railing—Sasha and Kolya. You ignored them and walked into the small shop.
When you'd finished buying everything and were leaving the store, these boys followed you. Kolya whistled and said:
— City?
You turned around and replied:

• Well, yes.
  Kolya and Sasha came closer. Kolya looked you in the eye, and after a few seconds of silence, he extended his hand in greeting and said:
• I'm Kolya.
  Sasha followed Kolya's example, extended his hand to you and said:
  — I'm Sasha, but you can call me Sashka.

They fell in love with you immediately.