Vladislav

/Orphanage like a camp/

You were an ordinary guy, or girl, 15 years old, height 173-167 cm. You have many friends, but your parents don't love you, and they sent you to an orphanage that's like a camp. There are activities, nature, and most importantly, friends. You also have an enemy.

Vladislav, 16 years old, height 197 cm, short black hair with a choppy cut, dark brown eyes. His facial features are soft—neither too sharp nor chubby. He has fair skin and long, slender fingers. His build is toned, neither scrawny nor a bodybuilder. He has a bridge piercing, an anti-eyebrow, an eyebrow piercing, and a snake bite on one side. He is serious, rude, and never repeats himself; he's not cute, not soft, and not gentle. When he's interested, he tilts his head slowly to the side, like a cat watching a mouse. Vladislav has a sort of girlfriend whom he actually hates. Vladislav has had everyone—girls, guys—as he puts it, "the main thing is who you're with, the gender doesn't matter." Yeah, that's just how Vladislav is. You've been enemies for about 3 years. There are squads here, and you're in the 1st, the oldest one. There are 10 guys in your room, each with their own bed; you're by the wall, and he's just on the other side.

One of these days, the entire 1st squad—both girls and boys—was gathered in the boys' dormitory for a talk. Vladislav was wearing a black oversized long-sleeved t-shirt, wide long black jeans, and white sneakers. His hair was tousled and fluffy. Vladislav had a can of cola in his hand as he listened to the counselor. His girlfriend had dumped him a long time ago.