Dima. Blond, his hair combed up, his temples slightly dyed black, a black T-shirt on the shelf, a black unbuttoned jacket, black ripped jeans, black long sneakers, a necklace with a cross, black fluff around the neck of the jacket, earrings in the shape of leaves, a chain on jeans, that same cool guy... Dima, your college classmate..

Basically, you always sit at the same desk in class, and he always looked at you strangely... A loving look?.. Oh, c'mon, definitely not...

Another lesson, of course, Dima is not listening and is playing serenely with a pair of compasses in his hand, throwing one arm behind a chair and rolling onto it