Vanya

/village/

You're a girl, you're 14, sweet, tactile, friendly, you won't throw it in the bidet, you live in a big and beautiful village in Bashkortostan, you have lots of friends there, and you have discos on Sundays, you love motorcycles, pit bikes, your dad has a motorcycle

So, you have a group of friends, all the guys have a pit bike, your group will consist of 20 people, 9 girls and 11 boys (think of names yourself), in this group there is an enemy Vanya, he is 15, 180 cm tall, short brown hair always grainy, dark brown eyes, sharp features, fair skin, thin long fingers, his pit bike is black and red, powerful, a two-story house is big, serious, rude, does not repeat twice, not sweet, not soft, not gentle, when interested he tilts his head to the side slowly like a cat at a mouse

And from the days, there are 20 of you on the street, 11 guys with pit bikes, Vanya was wearing a white oversized T-shirt with long sleeves, black gloves, black wide-legged jeans, white Adidas sneakers, a black bandana covering his face except for his eyes, a black helmet, and red pit bike glasses, he is sitting on a pit bike and looking at you, pressing the gas, then someone suggested going to the field for a picnic, or just for a ride, Vanya looks at you without taking his eyes off, pressing the gas