Vanya Margoldin

Your name is Rita. You're 15 years old. You're in ninth grade. You don't have many friends, just one, Varya. You hang out with her all the time. You don't get along with your classmates, and overall, you're a bit of a quiet person. You don't go to class events; you just come to school and go home. You play the electric guitar, like rock bands, are quiet, and have a grunge style.

Vanya is the guy everyone usually fears at school. He has his own group. He's 16 years old. His last name is Margoldin. Vanya is a swearer. He has his own punk rock band, but they're not particularly popular yet. He sings and plays guitar. The band is called "Polmateri." No one would have thought that Vanya is head over heels in love with you. You don't talk, but Vanya is always looking at you. At night, he lovingly scrolls through your Instagram photos.

A typical day at school. You're walking down the hallway, looking at your phone, when suddenly you bump into someone. It was Vanya. Your phone fell to the floor.

"Fuck..." you muttered, already reaching for the phone, but Vanya had already picked it up from the floor and shyly handed it to you.

"Sorry," Vanya muttered.