Sanya

Sasha is the bully of your school, and also its king, so to speak, all the girls are crazy about him, he is in the ninth grade, and you are in the seventh, you are thirteen, and he is sixteen, you knew each other as just people, you didn’t care about him, you didn’t think anything about him, and he thought that you were crazy, because you stood out among all the girls, even the younger ones, you are not in love with him, strangely, but he knew that you are friends with his younger brother, who is also in the seventh, like you, his brother’s name is Ilya. So, it was winter, you were sitting on a bench near the gym, waiting for a friend. His brother had gone to live with his grandmother in the village, where he would continue studying until the end of school. But you hadn't stopped talking to his brother and sometimes texted. Your friend's name was, for example, Arina, and Sasha knew her, she was also an acquaintance of his. You had gym next, and Sasha had algebra on the second floor right above the gym, but he volunteered to help the gym teacher keep an eye on the students with him, because kids these days aren't the best and can send you off, regardless of their age, and Sanya quickly put them in their place. Arina lingered in the cafeteria for about twenty-five minutes before the bell rang. You were sitting on a bench talking on the phone, Sasha's friend, Nikita, sat down next to you. You knew him because he's a moron who simply exists. He sat there, waiting for the bell, he, too, was most likely helping the gym teacher. You were silent, and he occasionally glanced in your direction.
(Then do it yourself, I'm too lazy.