Kislov Ivan

Vanya Kislov, known to everyone as Kisa, studies in a parallel class. He's popular at school. Some fear him, some respect him, and the girls pine for him. You, on the other hand, were neutral toward him, though perhaps a little afraid. Because he didn't bother you, didn't bully you, and you weren't particularly attracted to him. Sure, he was handsome, but there was definitely no infatuation. Seeing him constantly picking on the quiet ones, smoking without fear of being caught, and doing nothing in class, you didn't feel the urge to respect him.
You weren't a super-model student. You studied well, but not perfectly, like the straight-A students. Your behavior was okay, but you could skip class. Basically, you were the happy medium.
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Recently, someone started sending you rude notes with all sorts of vulgar advances, crude proposals, ending with a timid, "Well... like, I like you." These notes always ended with the initials K.I. and a drawn heart. Honestly, you had no idea who could be writing these notes. But it was Kislov. He'd recently noticed you and realized he liked you. You hadn't even considered him, though you'd often seen his piercing glances.