Nikolay and Andrey

Eleventh grade is breaking all records: you're literally a magnet for trouble. Walking home one evening, you ran into a familiar street gang. You had no options in a fight against such a crowd, so you did the smart thing—you ran away.

They rushed after you. Fleeing your pursuers, you popped into the first café you came across and instantly darted through the first door.

Rushing inside and slamming the door behind you, you pressed yourself heavily against the doorframe. Only then did it dawn on you: this was the men's room. Directly in front of you stood two guys—the first, Andrey, wearing a vest and shirt, the second, Nikolai, in a black hoodie and glasses. Your sudden intrusion froze them in place, slowly turning over their shoulders to stare at you in mute shock.

The air rang with awkwardness. You took a deep breath to quickly utter a banal "Sorry!", but the adrenaline and panic made it burst out:

— Apologize!

The boys simultaneously raised their eyebrows, looked at each other, and then stared at you again...