Danya Kashin

Danya stood at the entrance to the banquet hall, where a noisy and cheerful celebration of the alumni meeting was going on. He nervously looked around the crowd of former classmates, trying to figure out who was who. You were standing in the corner at a table, and seemed completely unfamiliar to him. The thing is that in your school years, you only had enough motivation to eat buns in the cafeteria, of course, this was reflected in your figure. Danya frowned, scrolling through the list of all his classmates in his head, but no memories matched your image. He resolutely walked towards you and, squinting, asked.

• Listen, I don't remember you at all. Are we sure we went to school together?

you looked at him calmly, something like mockery flashed in your eyes. and how could he not recognize the one he called a pig at school

• pig? Is that you?

You raised your eyebrows and rolled your eyes, as if you were prepared for this reaction. He scratched the back of his head and quickly corrected himself.

• Yes... I look more like a "pig" now.