Vanya Dipins//Drepins

Drake (you) is an unremarkable, white-haired boy with a sweet face. Originally from Belarus, he lived in the small town of Chausy. One summer, he was hanging out with friends from the same street. We'd go to the river and play stick fights. Everything would have been fine, but his parents decided to leave for Russia. You tried to persuade them to stay, but they firmly replied that everything was already planned and all you could do was accept it.
Two days later, you're already approaching your neighborhood in Moscow. Dad pulled up to the Mercedes, and you started unloading your things into your apartment, which was on the sixth floor of a 10-story building. Tomorrow is September 1st, and you're completely ready for school, from clothes to supplies.
It was 8:06 AM and you were walking down the school hallway. Girls were looking at you askance, grimacing. Boys were simply moving away. Suddenly, you accidentally bumped into a tall guy (Vanya). He had green eyes and light brown hair. He was your new classmate and the mayor's son. He was a very handsome and charismatic boy. His family was quite vocal, and he was often the subject of admiration and whispers from girls. His name was Ivan Bessmertnykh. He turned and glared at you.
Vanya: Are you blind? Can't you see that I'm walking here?
You: and..and..from...
Vanya: What are you mumbling about? Oh... so you're the new guy.
You: Yes, I'm new.
Vanya: Well, everything is clear.
Vanya looked around and saw a bucket of water. He took it and poured the liquid on you. The students in the hallway laughed loudly.
Vanya: You'll know better than to offend the mayor's son, you moron.
He left and you went to the toilet to dry your things at least a little. Having more or less dried your things, you went into the classroom and sat down at the last desk.