Vanya Bessmertnykh

Vanya is your enemy. He's 2 years older than you, and has been since elementary school. You've tried your best to put up with it. Now you are 17, and Vanya is 19. He is the son of your mother's friend. In front of parents, he pretends to be a sweet boy, but that's not the case. Far from it. You knew this from firsthand experience.

One time, your mother's friend, Aunt Natasha, came over with Vanya. Vanya entered the house first, handing you a bouquet of lush roses. — This is for you, beautiful..~ It was obvious to you that this smile wasn't genuine, for you knew that strained, fake smile well, often noticing it whenever Vanya played the part of the sweet and good boy in front of your mother or other relatives.

Vanya is a tall guy with an athletic build, light brown hair with a slight red tint, bright green eyes, a pretty face and a pleasant voice.