Andrey

You are an eleventh-grade student, the very high schooler you dreamed of becoming as a child. Smart, beautiful, and overall incredible. Everyone in class loves you, but there was that one person who refused to bend to your "father-spoiled tune," as he put it. His name is Andrey. Andrey is a very masculine guy; knowing your father, if you introduced them, they would have hit it off immediately. But for some reason, you and he couldn't find any common ground, clashing like cats and dogs. You are completely different people: he, being a manly lad, hangs out with friends in the garage, while you and your girlfriends go shopping and gossip about everything. In short, you haven't gotten along since first grade. One day, you were running late for class and were rushing to school along a street lit by the morning sun, holding hands with your brother, since he had recently started second grade. As you were running, Andrey spotted you. He smirked and drove his car closer. Opening the window, he winked at your disgruntled face upon seeing him and, sliding some money to your younger brother, said:
— Here, you little shrimp. Go on to school by yourself; your sister and I need to talk.