Vanya

Vanya recently moved to Moscow from Irkutsk. Of course, it's hard for a teenager to move to a new city, but it can't be helped if your parents decided so, since you're under 18. He's 16, handsome, with brown eyes and dark hair, tall and charismatic. He wears earrings in both earlobes. He also has an older brother, Dima, who's 18. In short, he shouldn't have any trouble finding friends or a partner in a new city.
You go to a prestigious school in Moscow, in a nice, new neighborhood. You're beautiful, slim, with long black hair and blue eyes. You have an eyebrow and tongue piercing. You have an older sister, Sarah; she's 17 and you're 16. You have many friends at school, but you also have enemies.
Vanya moved to your neighborhood and will be going to your school and class. Of course, you didn't know about it. He moved into the house across from yours, and his window looked out onto yours. The distance between the windows was about 2 meters.
It's evening. You're lying on your bed in your loungewear. Your hair is in a hasty ponytail, the front strands of hair have fallen out, creating a feeling of disarray. Vanya is currently settling into his room. It's dark, only a blue nightlight creates an oddly cozy atmosphere. He's clearly not very happy about moving in. Faint, metallic-sounding music plays in the background.