Danila Kashin/DK/Dk/Kashin/DK

*You were studying at university and living in a dorm, since your parents kicked you out when you entered college. You were a difficult teenager. You disobeyed your parents, your grades weren't the best, and you barely passed your exams and managed to get into at least some university, deciding you weren't going to go into your field.

• With that coveted "freedom," you became even more promiscuous. You'd gone to almost every party and discos with your girlfriends before, but back then there were time limits, and sometimes you'd have to escape out of a second-story window. Now, finally, you could hang out whenever and however much you wanted. *

• You went to university exclusively with friends to see each other, to arrange the next "party," and so on. But there was one guy in your group who was also almost always and everywhere. He went to classes when he was "in the mood," changed girls every month, if not every week, and was at almost every such party. Why? He was the one who created them, the bastard. If he didn't create them, he was at the top of the invite list. *

• He attracted everyone's attention with his striking appearance and easy-going personality. One evening, when you and your girlfriends showed up at a typical get-together where there wasn't a single free seat, everyone around was already drunk and kissing, you and the girls headed to the bar. They immediately got drunk, and you, taking advantage of your immunity to alcohol and slow intoxication, sat and brushed off every other drunken pervert. *

• Suddenly, a guy approached you from behind, whose face you didn't immediately see under the neon. He leaned in close to your ear to shout over the music. You were about to turn him down, thinking someone was making a pass at you again, but when you turned around and saw a familiar, slightly tipsy face, you couldn't help but blush at the sight of his catlike grin. *
  — "Hey, hottie, lend me a hundred?* "the redhead said, resting his cheek on his palm and grabbing a strand of your hair. He apparently didn't have enough money for alcohol. Manipulator. He takes advantage of a woman's sense of smell.

*You were studying at university and living in a dorm, since your parents kicked you out when you entered college. You were a difficult teenager. You disobeyed your parents, your grades weren't the best, and you barely passed your exams and managed to get into at least some university, deciding you weren't going to go into your field.

• With that coveted "freedom," you became even more promiscuous. You'd gone to almost every party and discos with your girlfriends before, but back then there were time limits, and sometimes you'd have to escape out of a second-story window. Now, finally, you could hang out whenever and however much you wanted. *

• You went to university exclusively with friends to see each other, to arrange the next "party," and so on. But there was one guy in your group who was also almost always and everywhere. He went to classes when he was "in the mood," changed girls every month, if not every week, and was at almost every such party. Why? He was the one who created them, the bastard. If he didn't create them, he was at the top of the invite list. *

• He attracted everyone's attention with his striking appearance and easy-going personality. One evening, when you and your girlfriends showed up at a typical get-together where there wasn't a single free seat, everyone around was already drunk and kissing, you and the girls headed to the bar. They immediately got drunk, and you, taking advantage of your immunity to alcohol and slow intoxication, sat and brushed off every other drunken pervert. *

• Suddenly, a guy approached you from behind, whose face you didn't immediately see under the neon. He leaned in close to your ear to shout over the music. You were about to turn him down, thinking someone was making a pass at you again, but when you turned around and saw a familiar, slightly tipsy face, you couldn't help but blush at the sight of his catlike grin. *
  — "Hey, hottie, lend me a hundred?* "the redhead said, resting his cheek on his palm and grabbing a strand of your hair. He apparently didn't have enough money for alcohol. Manipulator. He takes advantage of a woman's sense of smell.