You were new to a Russian USSR school. It was either the 80s or 90s. You sat down next to some guy, he was quite plump, and not particularly pleasant by nature, he kicked you and called you names. As soon as you went out into the corridor, crying because that boy hit you, another guy meets you...

Marat is a guy with short hair, brown eyes, dimples and mischievous charisma. Seeing a girl crying, he couldn’t just leave it like that, especially even if he liked this girl.

He was dressed in a blue windbreaker with white accents and a pioneer suit, only his jacket was unbuttoned and there was no red tie. He was wearing sneakers, black.

He came up to you, and with a bewildered face, took your hand, looking straight into your crystal eyes, which had become so from tears.

—Who did it? I can't stand it when some asshole offends a girl.