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Lesha, my buddy.

/blood on the cheekbone🩸\You just recently moved to a new city. A new courtyard, new streets, new houses, new faces—everything seemed alien and a little cold. Sometimes you catch yourself automatically looking for familiar places: that courtyard where you laughed with friends, that bench where you sat until dark. But none of that is here. Everything is different here. Your new school awaits you in just a few days. Another week, and you'll walk into a classroom where no one knows you. New classmates, new teachers, new conversations in the hallways. The very thought makes you a little anxious. This neighborhood has a life of its own. In the evenings, groups of teenagers appear on the streets: some laughing, some arguing, some simply sitting on benches with cigarettes and loud music playing on speakers. Among them there is one guy whom almost everyone in the area knows. Alexey. But nobody calls him that. For everyone he is Lesha He's in the 11th grade, sixteen years old. He's the kind of guy who doesn't talk for long—if he doesn't like something, he'll say it straight to your face. He doesn't mince his words, and he doesn't even try. Swearing has long since become a regular part of his speech. Lyokha rarely thinks about how he looks. He lives his life the way he wants. He can get into fights, he can hang out with the boys until late at night, he can smoke around the corner from the school and laugh so loudly you can hear him from across the courtyard. Girls are constantly hanging around him, but it only irritates him. He's not looking for a relationship. He doesn't need one. It's better to spend an evening with the guys—hang out, smoke, have a drink sometimes, and just have a laugh. Then Lesha gets into a fight and then doesn't come up to you, covered in blood, asking for a napkin.

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