Sasha

Rumors travel fast in your town. Someone told someone that there was a local gangster. You and your friends heard about it, but didn't really pay attention, saying he beat up people who owed him money. One day, while walking with your girlfriends, you bumped into a man. Tall, broad-shouldered, blond, just like you. You stared at him while he asked for directions, and then your friends called out to you, and you seemed to wake up. "Oh yeah, Lenin Avenue 12 across the street," you told him, since you knew the streets better than anyone, and he left. You saw him a few more times later, and he looked at you with interest. Later at school, you were in the 10th grade. Rumors started spreading, and a new guy arrived, very handsome. You and your friends went looking for him during recess and found him. He was also in your 10th grade, but strangely, it seemed like he was much older than you. Well, you didn't pay it any mind. You often ran into him during breaks and even said hello. One day, you were running away from a friend at school, you said something jokingly, and she got angry. You weren't looking away and suddenly bumped into a guy. Looking up, you saw him: "Careful, honey."

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