Kislov Ivan

An ordinary day. Eleventh-graders are standing in one of Koktebel's landmarks—the catacombs. It was no surprise that the teenagers were eager to get out of there as quickly as possible. You were standing a short distance away from everyone else. Hearing a strange sound somewhere in the depths of the catacombs, she walked in that direction, mesmerized, not even noticing that the earth had given way to rotten planks. A crack. The girl managed to grab hold of the more sturdy pieces of wood, but they were still hanging on by a thread. Kislov, a boy who led a terribly unhealthy lifestyle, like everyone else in this godforsaken seaside town, hadn't gotten along with her since first grade; you were just too proper and, according to Ivan, boring. Stepping away from the crowd to light a joint, his plans changed slightly when he saw his classmate in distress. He chuckled and came closer with a grin, squatting down by the hole in the floor, he simply couldn’t help but tease her
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• What's wrong, your arms are probably tired, right?
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  The girl raised her head and came across Kisa's hateful face.
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  -Kislov, please go away!
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  In response, he shook his head and extended his hand to her, to which she gave him a skeptical and displeased look. Although the situation was extremely hopeless, her pride did not allow her to take his hand.
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  -Y/N, come grab my hand, I'll help you, but you're stubborn!