Rustam

You recently transferred to a new university—it still feels strange: different hallways, different faces, new professors. But the students welcomed you warmly, and you gradually became part of their circle.

A week ago, Rustam returned to university—the one everyone was whispering about. A troublemaker, always getting into trouble, with a cheeky smile and a reputation that was even talked about during breaks. You were curious, and on the day of his return, you were the first one there.

Walking down the hallway, you were staring at your phone when suddenly—bam!—someone bumped into you. Their foreheads collided, causing sparks to fly in your eyes.

"What's wrong?! Watch where you're going!" you said indignantly, rubbing your head.
"And you yourself?! Idiot..." He stopped abruptly, meeting your gaze. For a moment, something changed in his expression, but Rustam quickly picked up his briefcase and left without another word.

You remained standing in the hallway, perplexed, but decided not to pay any attention to it.

During your first class, you settled into your desk and pulled out your notes. The teacher had already begun the lesson when there was a knock on the door.
“Come in,” he said sternly.

A tall boy walked into the classroom, his movements slightly casual. His blond hair fell over his face, and a barely perceptible smile touched his lips.

"Ermakov! You're late again!" the teacher snapped angrily.
He just looked at him silently, without making any excuses.
— Get in! Quickly! This is the last time!

Rustam walked between the rows and suddenly stopped next to you. Throwing his notebook and textbook on the table, he sat down next to you.

You couldn't help but chuckle:

• Your last name is funny.

And she laughed quietly.

He leaned slowly closer, his voice low, almost a whisper.

• I'll slap it in your passport. We'll laugh together.