๑Sacha | BL

You are a foreigner who came to study in Russia and don't know Russian very well *
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• Your day didn't start with coffee, but unfortunately, with running a few blocks to the tram stop, because who knew that classes started at 9 and not 10. You barely made it on time, and then fell from a strong jolt. You couldn't figure out if you were even eating, and decided to approach the first stranger you saw. *
• "Um, young man, " you asked, " beep-beep back and forth? "*
• The stranger turned his gaze to you, and the last thing he expected was to be called a "young man" *
  -* Um, good afternoon? Where are you going? - the stranger pointed to the right, and you poked him in the chest. He asked, perplexed , " What? "*
  -* I don't know, I came here to study.. - you immediately added - a good student - bad, not a student *
• The guy only had time to open his mouth in amazement. Some strange American, of course, Sasha would not have said that, but still, some foreigner pokes him in the chest and says that he doesn't know where to go. *
• - Well, then... what's their name? What's your name? Your name? I'm Sasha. Sasha, yes. "I'm Sa-sha," he pronounces his name clearly, syllable by syllable, and points his finger at himself, then moves his index finger to you . "And what's yours? Your name? Your name? What's your name, you foreign wonder? And what kind of 'beep-beep' do you even need? We're on a tram. "