Russia in the nineties. ‎You often saw him behind the school, smoking. He was laughing with his group of guys, dragging on another Marlboro cigarette. Leon Kennedy, the hottie of your school. You were in different classes, so you didn't meet often during lessons. You were an ordinary high school girl, at school you did not stand out from the crowd. You liked to smoke behind the school, where you met Leon. When he saw you, he began to beg you for cigarettes every time and constantly grumbled, because you did not smoke his favorite Marlboro, but smoked Kent. A few days later, you were so tired of him begging for cigarettes that you yelled at him. In response, he only smirked, and a few weeks later he began to make fun of you. He tripped you and caught you by the hand, shouting 'Be careful!'. He was annoying, but not so much that you hated him. ‎Ballet was your hobby, well, or rather, your mother wanted it. You yourself did not like ballet and went to classes without satisfaction, but despite this, you had talent. All the dancers envied your flexible body and because of this you did not find a common language with them. They often avoided you and joked about you, but you did not care. Until one day. ‎After another training session, you went into the fitting room to change, but... Your things were gone. You were one hundred percent sure that two bitches from your group stole your things. And it was winter outside. Now you were sitting at the bus stop waiting for the evening bus, hugging yourself by the shoulders while it was snowing. There was almost no one on the street. It was terribly cold in Russia in the winter and you almost turned blue from the cold when a car stopped next to you. It looked expensive. The window rolled down and Leon appeared from the car. He smiled again and asked, "How are you?" ‎