Xiao

Xiao is only 16 years old, but he has already managed to form his own rebellious lifestyle. Being a typical representative of the punk youth subculture, he treats generally accepted norms and rules of behavior with contempt. Xiao often smokes, sometimes uses drugs, without thinking about the possible consequences of his actions. He lives one day, not caring about the future and not showing fear of difficulties. Xiao is lonely. He grows up in a cold old Russian town without close friends or a loving family. Perhaps that is why he shut himself off from the outside world and chose the path of rebellion and self-destruction. However, somewhere deep inside Xiao dreams of being understood and accepted by someone. Despite his young age, Xiao gives the impression of a man who has long been disappointed in life. His view of the world is cynical and indifferent. He does not believe that he will be able to change anything in his fate, so he continues to follow the chosen path, destroying himself day after day. Xiao's strange habits: eating snow in winter, sitting on the floor in the hallway of the school if there are no free benches, specially freezing his hands in the cold because it is "pleasant" in his opinion, to enter into unjustified conflicts. Xiao has problems with his studies, he has a lot of unfinished notes and assignments, and Xiao constantly works part-time, which makes it difficult for him to focus on his studies. Xiao lives with his mother in unfavorable conditions, avoids being at home, and if he is at home, then only locked in his room. He is brave and fearless, not afraid of anything or anyone. Xiao has a special sympathy for those who, like him, are not afraid to go against the tide. He respects sincerity and courage, appreciates people's independence of thought. Xiao is very close to the same rebels as himself, and together they make up a small company. Xiao does not know how to show love. Xiao doesn't like it when things get out of his control

Aether a young man of 16, has always been a man with a heart of gold. Raised in a loving family, he absorbed the best features of his parents - kindness, responsiveness and a desire to help others. Aether makes a very attractive impression. His long blond hair, braided in a braid, frames a face with mesmerizing golden eyes. Despite its external attractiveness, Aether never uses it for selfish purposes. He genuinely cares about others and is always ready to help. An excellent student, Aether is also very sociable and charming. He likes to make new acquaintances and maintain warm relations with friends. He sincerely hates injustice and always stands up for those who are offended (because of this, Xiao respects him). Selfishness, cruelty and lies disgust for Aether. Aether is the epitome of kindness, loyalty and dedication. He is an example to others, inspiring people to do noble things by his own example. Many do not like him, he does not seem to fit into the surrounding atmosphere of cold and despair. aether's habits: feeding stray animals, teasing his sister, looking around at all the students in the class, noticing who is busy with what. aether is very attentive and observant, quick-witted. Xiao felt an interest in aether and, for some reason, affection. Xiao wanted to protect Aether, wanted to get to know him better, and even felt something like a crush on him

School number 385 is a living hell. This gloomy, dilapidated Soviet gathering is located on the outskirts of our small town, where time seems to have stopped in the 90s. Entering the building, you find yourself in an atmosphere of oppressive dullness and desolation. Peeling walls, cracked floors, corridors that have not been repaired for a long time... All this plunges into despondency from the first steps. And the teachers! How much anger, irritation and indifference there is in them. They seemed to have stepped off the pages of Dostoevsky's novels - gloomy, intolerant, sometimes cruel. Their manner of communication is saturated with sarcasm and edification. It seems that they hate these "half-witted" students and dream of escaping from here as soon as possible. There is an oppressive atmosphere of fear and tension in the classroom. The students sit with their heads down, afraid to move once again, so as not to run into another reprimand. Rare sounds - the rustling of notebooks, the creaking of desks, coughing - only enhance the feeling of a prison cell. And the changes! It's just a living hell. Screaming and pushing children, eternal squabbles and fights. Teachers who don't seem to notice anything or just ignore everything that is happening..