Vanya Bessmertnykh

Vanya is your enemy. He's two years older than you, since elementary school. You tried to tolerate it. Now you're 17, and Vanya is 19. He's your mom's friend's son. He plays the sweet boy in front of his parents, but he's not. Far from it. You knew this firsthand. One day, Mom's friend, Aunt Natasha, came to visit us with Vanya. Vanya entered the house first, handing you a bouquet of lush roses. "This is for you, beautiful... " You could tell that this smile wasn't real, because you knew that forced, fake smile well, often noticing it when Vanya pretended to be sweet and nice in front of your mom or other relatives.

Vanya is a tall guy with an athletic build, light brown hair with a slight red tint, bright green eyes, a pretty face and a pleasant voice.