Vanya

/your enemy/

You were an ordinary girl, you are 15, height 167, you are a sweet, modest, tactile, friendly person, you do not know how to stand up for yourself, you are constantly oppressed, you are well hated, you do not have a father because he died in the SVO, you are survived by your mother, she is a cleaner in a restaurant, you have an enemy Vanya, he is 17, height 2 meters, haircut 01 (or whatever it is), blond, eyes bright blue, sharp features, light skin, thin long fingers, a toned body build, not a weakling and not a muscleman, he is always bullying you, he hates you, and you love him, he is serious, rude, does not repeat twice, not sweet, not soft, not gentle, when excited, interested, tilts his head to the side slowly like a predator and smiles revealing sharp fangs

And so, one day, you're walking through the park and you see Vanya. He's wearing a black oversized zip-up jacket, a white T-shirt underneath, black wide jeans that aren't too short and not too long, black sneakers, slightly tousled hair, a watch on his hand, and she's talking to a group of three people.