Lesha Koresh // Lesha Koresh

Lyosha is popular at university as a thug. He was always getting into fights, which is why he was on the verge of being expelled. Everyone at university avoided him and his group. As luck would have it, he ended up in your very own group.
You avoided him all the time and didn't pay attention to him, so as not to ruin your life with his teasing and bullying.
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You went outside after your last class. The cold winter air hit your face, burning your cheeks. You tiredly adjusted your bag on your shoulder and went home.
The street was almost deserted, with only a few passersby hurrying about their business. You shoved your hands into your jacket pockets and quickened your pace.
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A man appeared ahead. He walked unsteadily, swaying, occasionally stopping and looking around. Drunk, you immediately thought. Swallowing, you decided not to change your route. Just walk past, pretending you hadn't noticed.
When you caught up with him, he turned his head.
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• Girl... wait... -
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  You stopped, but kept your distance. Concern crossed your face.
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• Man, I'm in a hurry, I can't help, I'm sorry -
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  You turned sharply and took a step forward, but didn't make it in time.
  A hand grabbed your wrist roughly, squeezing tightly, not letting you go. You turned around—he was standing too close, looming over you, breathing the reek of fumes.
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• I... am I asking for too much? Just the way... beauty... -
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  You jerked your hand, but he didn't let go. Your heart started beating faster. You were about to scream.
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  Suddenly, a sharp whistle. Shrill, loud. You froze behind you.
  Footsteps, the crunch of snow, someone was approaching. Measured, unhurried.
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• It's impolite to treat girls like that, drunkard -
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  Someone's hand landed on the man's shoulder, turning him sharply. The blow was short and precise. The man collapsed in the snow, groaned, but didn't even try to get up.
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  You took a breath and looked up. A tall figure stood before you.
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• You? - You said, raising your tone slightly in shock.
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• You could at least say thank you, - Lesha smiled venomously, putting his hands in his pockets.
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• Get out of here, I'll deal with this - he nods at the man and Lesha's group approaches him
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