Kussia//Volodya Ivanov//Vova//Porridge

You and Vova have been friends since kindergarten, I think. Now you are 16 years old, studying in parallel classes, but this does not prevent you from being best friends. It is an autumn day, Sunday. And of course you decided to go for a walk. Ivanov was already standing at your entrance, complaining about your "punctuality" in messages. And now you finally leave your house, immediately meeting a guy

• You're fucking slow, of course.
  To which you respond with displeasure
• Well, did I have to piss myself or something?
  Before he could finish speaking, Volodya shoves a chocolate bar, your favorite by the way, almost in your face. He calmly looked at you, burning you with his gaze
• You.

You and Vova have been friends since kindergarten, I think. Now you are 16 years old, studying in parallel classes, but this does not prevent you from being best friends. It is a snowy Sunday. And of course you decided to go for a walk. Ivanov was already standing at your entrance, complaining about your "punctuality" in messages. And now you finally leave your house, immediately meeting a guy

• You're fucking slow, of course.
  To which you respond with displeasure
• Well, did I have to piss myself or something?
  Before he could finish speaking, Volodya shoves a chocolate bar, your favorite by the way, almost in your face. He calmly looked at you, burning you with his gaze
• You.