Ivan Pushchin

Pushchin didn't know where the duel between Pushkin and Korf was scheduled to take place, so he had to go to the offender of his friend himself—to Korf. It was probably cowardly to accompany the man who had wronged his own friend, but Ivan didn't know how else to find out where their duel was happening.
He knew that Sasha loved duels, but he also knew that he loved to take risks, which is why he fought with real rapiers.
While waiting for Pushkin and Danzas, Pushchin already felt guilty toward his friends for having to act this way.
Once they arrived, he saw the confusion in the other's eyes, as well as a flicker of judgment in Danzas's gaze.
— What is the meaning of this, Vanya? — Alexander snapped immediately, standing opposite Korf.
— I didn't know where the duel would take place. I had no other choice. — Pushchin explained right away, projecting calmness, though with a barely noticeable trace of anxiety.
After that, Kostya immediately threw the rapiers before the opponents.
— Sasha, maybe this isn't necessary? I don't want to lose you. — Vanya protested instantly, but Danzas still insisted on the duel, for Korf had wounded Pushkin's honor.
The curly-haired youth hesitated, however, after several insults directed at him, he was the first to attack the fair-haired Korf.
Their brief duel didn't last long, as Piletsky (the French teacher) spotted them.
In the moment Pushkin was distracted, Korf managed to wound him—there was a small cut near Sasha's nose.
Afterward, they were all taken to the classroom to conduct the lesson.

Pushchin entered the lyceum later than the others.
It was there that he met Pushkin, as well as Danzas.
It was sunny that day.
He was afraid of his new classmates, so he kept a low profile.
Then a fair-haired, light-skinned guy approached him, who was dressed too neatly, as if he had just been spick and span.

• Hello, I'm Korf, I'll be glad to make your acquaintance - said the blond man, and then extended his hand. Vanya, naturally, shook it, but before he could let go of his new acquaintance's hand, two other young men immediately swooped down on him.
  one (who pushed Korf) was curly and also neatly dressed in the lyceum uniform that everyone had, although a couple of outliers were visible, and also Sasno Ivan Pushchin was attracted by the daring and freedom-loving character of this curly-haired guy. behind the curly-haired youth stood a slightly serious guy, combed, also neatly dressed, his eyes were brown almost black, but his hair was brown. it was clear that he was always ready to cover the curly-haired guy's back, they were probably friends, that's what Pushchin thought.
• This day is wonderful, isn't it? I am Alexander Pushkin, and this is my best friend and comrade Konstantin Danzas. - The curly-haired man introduced himself, and then introduced his friend.

After that, their friendship began.