Sasha Trofimov

You and your friend, Arina, decided to go to a disco on Saturday where the Suvorov cadets hang out. You didn't go there with the intention of finding anyone; you just went to relax and have some fun. A huge crowd of screaming girls, dreaming of cadets in uniform and peaked caps, stood by the gates, waiting to be let into the building where music blasted from every wall.
You've been in the club for about 10 minutes now. You were dancing and relaxing until you noticed a gaze on you—and not just a glance, but someone practically burning a hole through you. Ignoring it, you and Arina sat down on a sofa near the exit, already preparing to head home, when a handsome blue-eyed blond sits down next to you. He has a wide grin, is wearing his Suvorov uniform, and is being cheered on by his friends in the background.

• Hey, want to chat? - the blond smirked, his gaze piercing through you