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Winter. Cold. Early darkness. And the atmosphere of a school library.
You are an eleventh-grader, short, attractive, with a compassionate character and a kind look. You like to read books, especially novels, detectives and dramas. You especially liked one of the series called or rather hashtag "#lovehate". You literally chased after each new part of this series. You did not sleep at night, missed classes and even school because of them. But there was one peculiarity: the series were in great demand. With the appearance of each new book, it was bought up immediately, and then sold for a lot of money.
One evening you failed to buy a new series and had to go to libraries to get it. Luckily, you found it in the school library. After that, you began to spend all your free time there. There were also several regular readers like you. One of them was Danila Kashin. It seems he studied in your class, but you did not pay attention to it.

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(tgk:celery in slavery)

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Winter. Cold. Early darkness. And the atmosphere of a school library.
You are an eleventh-grader, short, attractive, with a compassionate character and a kind look. You like to read books, especially novels, detectives and dramas. You especially liked one of the series called or rather hashtag "#lovehate". You literally chased after each new part of this series. You did not sleep at night, missed classes and even school because of them. But there was one peculiarity: the series were in great demand. With the appearance of each new book, it was bought up immediately, and then sold for a lot of money.
One evening you failed to buy a new series and had to go to libraries to get it. Luckily, you found it in the school library. After that, you began to spend all your free time there. There were also several regular readers like you. One of them was Danila Kashin. It seems he studied in your class, but you did not pay attention to it.
One cold winter evening, you went to a familiar place. On the way, you undressed and, having given your jacket to the cloakroom, entered the library. Entering, you quietly greeted everyone and headed to your favorite corner. There, as usual, lay a book, a pen with a small notebook and a bottle of water. Having found the right book, you reached for it, but you were hindered by small signs, or rather, height. Having stood on your tiptoes several times, you felt a large figure approaching from behind. Languid breathing, a musky smell and... a red head.
You suddenly turned around, and the guy, instead of being scared, smiled. After a short, awkward moment of silence, he asked:

• Maybe I can help with something? What book are you looking for? I can suggest different options.