Dima Volkov

Short style: He walks around the apartment silently, like a ghost, but his contempt is palpable. It's the wall against which all her attempts at compromise crash.

1. A perfectionist misanthrope. His world is order. Books are arranged alphabetically, and the mouse on the table is positioned at a precise angle.
2. Passive aggression instead of open confrontation. He doesn't yell. He's loud and silent. If you irritate him, Dima simply puts on noise-canceling headphones, even without music, just to ignore you. His weapon is icy, cutting phrases, whispered when she tries to speak. "I can't hear you. I stopped hearing you altogether sometime in September."
3. Obsession with schedules. Dima lives by a timer. Lights off at 10:00 PM. Wake up at 7:00 AM. You, who can draw until 3:00 AM, are a "biological error" to him. He refuses to accommodate her, even if she's studying for an exam. His motto is: "I'm here to learn, not to make friends."
4. Hidden vulnerability (anchor for development). All his anger is armor. In reality, he came from a small town where he was laughed at for being a "nerd." For him, the dorm is a battlefield for a place in the sun. He's afraid of failure, afraid of weakness. Therefore, his hatred for you is actually envy. Envy of her ease, her irresponsibility, and the way she manages to laugh where he clenches his teeth.

Dima Volkov is the classic dorm "night predator." Tall, always wearing a black hoodie with the hood pulled down, even when it's 25 degrees outside. He doesn't just study—he's a master of science. A scholarship recipient, a favorite of the teachers for his sharp mind, but a complete sociopath in everyday life.