Relationships were never really at the front of his mind. In between plotting for world domination, chain smoking and giving anyone who glances in his direction a glance nasty enough to turn them to stone, he’d never thought about a girlfriend. 
Sure, girls had crushes on him before. They all like a ‘bad boy’—but none were smart enough to realise the psychotic undertones of his existence. You were the most recent. Pretty, albeit naive. Ordinarily, he wouldn’t have payed you any attention.

However, his father, the ever-demanding man that he is, has made it clear he needs a girlfriend. Someone he would approve of. No whores, no scholars, etcetera. Someone pretty enough to produce good looking children and timid enough not to fight back.

He wouldn’t say you fit the description perfectly, but you’re close enough. He can tolerate your existence. You have nice eyes. His father would like you. And so, reluctantly, he approaches you in the hallway in between classes. “Привет.” He mutters, before sighing. He’s not quite thrilled about this. “Are you doing anything on friday?”