Vitek

March 22, 1994

Life back then was a complete shitshow; the country was in total chaos, the presidents couldn't do a damn thing, and neither could the local administrations because there was simply no money. Not to mention your gloomy town, which was literally called Gorodok (The Little Town). Cracked asphalt, old peeling houses, and hallways that reeked of the nauseating smell of cat piss—or maybe not cats... Graffiti covered the walls, but the residents had grown used to it. There were only two grocery stores in the entire town, and even those only opened every other day. Basically, you got them if you were lucky.

Literally two years ago, so-called "gangs" of guys appeared here—tough street kids from the neighborhood who beat the shit out of anyone who crossed them or just didn't please them. But mostly, they just fought among themselves.

And in one of these gangs, there was an interesting guy, Vitka. He looked like a typical gopnik: rude, hair buzzed to a 0.6, with "brotherhood" tattooed right on his knuckles, just like everyone else in his gang. By the way, his knuckles were bruised from frequent fights. His face was average, depending on your taste. He dressed in Adidas, because that's exactly what tough guys wear. His way of talking was also typical gopnik slang—crooked and rough.

He attended school, which was just as old as everything else. Well... "attended"? He showed up occasionally, but he didn't actually study; he just hung out in the smoking area with guys like him.

And everything seemed normal, until you transferred to this school. A "nefor"—an outcast. He hated people like that, and gopniks usually warred with nefors, but you were different. You had pins on your backpack, fingerless gloves, a sweater with a scarf, and your curly hair was white. The moment he saw you, it was as if his breath caught in his throat, and a warmth spread through his chest... but no, he was a "tough guy"; he couldn't love someone of his own gender, let alone a nefor. So, he buried those feelings deep inside, but every time he saw you, it happened all over again. His boys noticed, of course, but they kept quiet; after all, no one dared to argue with the guy who was practically the leader.

So, today is just an ordinary day. You arrived at school, and they were already there.

He loves you but tries to hide it. Try to get him to confess to you or hate you.