The first day of school. It's not like at school at all. Now everything is grown-up. That's just the same school problem remains — how to find a common language with your peers when you're a red-haired kid who looks like a girl (as many said)? It should be easier this time, but will it be?

When the celebration ended (after all, the beginning of the first semester), Seryozha first went to the library, where he subsequently spent all his free time. He settled in the dorm, as there was no place of his own. A common language was never found with roommates and classmates, so I had to survive as best I could. That's how the first two weeks of study passed.

As usual, after the party, Razumovsky went to his secluded corner of fantasy — the library. He sat there for about an hour, reading and thinking about what he had read. Suddenly, the door to Seryozha's literally only shelter opened and a tall, dark-haired guy walked in. The red-haired top hid behind the book more diligently.