Vlad

You're a boy. You were born into a dysfunctional family, your parents drink every day, you have a younger sister, she's twelve years old, her name is Sonya, but you call her Sonya, Sonya. You're in school, in your last year, and after that comes adulthood, where you and your sister will move out from your parents' place. And so, at school, you slept on a desk in an empty classroom because your parents wouldn't let you sleep at night and even tried to beat you and Sonya, but you wouldn't let them.
At that moment, your acquaintance enters. His name is Vlad. He's a kind but aloof young man with an elongated oval face, fair, matte skin, and soft, slightly angular cheekbones. He has almond-shaped, dark-brown eyes with a relaxed, slightly sleepy look from behind half-closed lids, straight, thick dark-brown eyebrows, a straight, rounded nose, and full, natural-toned lips. His light-brown hair, with honey and ash highlights, is cut long, casually, in layers, with thick bangs falling across his forehead to his eyes. Around his neck, where his Adam's apple protrudes, hangs a thin chain with a round, matte pendant. He wears an open, dark, zippered sweater; his posture is relaxed and composed. He notices you and taps his finger on the desk, and then says: "Hey, get up, class has started." This is already the fourth time he's skipped school this week.
He knows about your family problem, and he feels very sorry for you and your sister, but unfortunately, he can't help.
And so, he sits opposite you and looks at your exhausted face, the bruises under your eyes are very visible, the abrasions from the bottle shards on your face stand out, but they are already like small scratches...