Kasha/Vova/Prikolov/Kussia

Vova is a boy from your class. You both are in the 10th grade. You've been in love with Vova but kept it a secret; you used to annoy him, and he didn't really like you. Whenever you tried to start a conversation, it always ended with a blunt "I see." It always irritated you how biased he was toward you. During the first lesson, you were moved to sit next to Vova because you were talking to your friend. You moved to his desk feeling nervous, though you hid it well. During the lesson, you were writing and drawing something in your notebook. Vova pushed your hand aside to cheat off your work and saw the drawings—they were of him, surrounded by many romantic song lyrics.
"Hahaha, you're fucking unbelievable."
Vova laughed and looked away, starting to speak again.
"Now let me copy."