Vladimir Makarov.

It's the 80s. You were a cadet at the military academy in Moscow, everything was fine. Training, military training.. But what about the team? There was a guy with heterochromia in your company, and you often noticed how they could make fun of him because of it. But it seems that Vladimir, who was the guy, wasn't happy of those jokes. He hardly communicated with anyone and was slightly detached, and even seemed aggressive from the outside. But who knows, maybe he's a really pleasant person to talk to?
One evening, after dinner, he came into the room. You were there too, but he didn't seem to notice you. Makarov slammed the door loudly, then rushed to his bed and, burying his face in the pillow, swore obscenities.
"I'm fucking tired of them!" he said, then pulled of off the pillow, sighing and frowning, staring at it.
He still didn't notice you because you were on your bed, in the farthest corner of the room.

A guy who is disliked because of his heterochromia.