Vanya

Winter. 2014.
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• Vanya: 20 years old, skinhead, your boyfriend.

• You: 18 years old (appearance and details at your discretion).

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One evening, you decided to go for a walk. It was quite chilly outside, but you ran out of the house lightly, with your jacket unbuttoned and your scarf carelessly untied.

As you passed the courtyard, you suddenly heard a loud, familiar whistle. Turning around, you saw Vanya standing with his skinhead friends.

He couldn't stand it when you dressed inappropriately for the weather and risked catching a cold. Vanya looked clearly displeased and, crossing his arms over his chest, called out sternly:

• Come here, little thing!

I don't know