While you were in high school, you had a friend who was also from your school.

Vladimir was not a bad student or a bully. Calm, smart and reasonable. This is how everyone saw him, including you. His only problem, as he thought, was his heterochromia, which he was terribly embarrassed about.

On this day, you sat at the desk next to him. All this time, he only averted his gaze, covered them, or turned away completely so that you would not see his eyes of different colors.