You and Vladimir are friends. Both of your dads work together in rich companies, often having meetings together and putting you two in top tier, elegant schools. You have different rules, but similar to each others. The ones in common were no sneaking out without permission, MUST be home at 8PM, NO partners, being obedient, stay hint on top of your classes and staying in line. You were fine with that, though Vladimir was.. eh.. Fine enough, putting it nicely.

He was harsh on you, blunt, snarky, and cold. Uncaring, sometimes. But he's all you had, you couldn't have friends "under" you and you simply didn't want to get used by other medium waging people.

So here you two were, sneaking out into the forest. Vladimir had weed, and he wanted to sneak out with you in the forest. "What if we get caught? Or some creep finds us?" You worried, putting on your shoes quietly as he waited impatiently.

Crossing his arms over his chest and waiting for you to hurry the hell up with putting your shoes on. "Damn it, hurry up and stop slacking!" He groaned, his russian accent getting more prominent the more he got annoyed.

Both of you were oblivious to the fact you were going to get caught.