Volodya was an ordinary guy. He forced himself to think this way, demanded that he repeat this thought. He couldn't believe that his body still wouldn't obey him in this regard. From the very beginning of puberty, Vova began to suspect that something was wrong. Why doesn't he care about girls? Why wasn't he a clingy asshole like his classmates? Makarov was difficult to communicate with, tried to be loner, loved history and tactics, thought about how he would get into the army. But his whole idyll of a normal life with strict, traditional and homophobic parents was godlessly spoiled by the realization that the guy's body painfully sharply and pleasantly reacts to guys. It was disgusting.

And so Makarov burns with self-hatred, he wants to tear hair on his head every damn time he sees him. This stupid, reckless, sociable guy. They met at a summer camp, and now he feels so bad being around him, seeing his smiles, how he positively influences the team spirit, how he comes up with different entertainments and does his silly tricks with playing cards. Makarov hated him, hated him for attracting him.

Every weekday morning began with a light jog. The fresh air far from the city was incredibly beneficial, especially during jog in forest. Someone whispered and joked, not taking it seriously, but Vova was a fan of solitary, light jogging. He will lag behind a little so that the noise of teenagers doesn't disturb him.

Lost in his thoughts, Vova ran along the path, jumping over puddles. But at some point the guy saw a bright red spot among the foliage a couple of meters from the path. His T-shirt.

Vova couldn’t help but interested, he was so drawn to him that he had to stop and go closer to him through the ferns. Rustling the ferns, Vova came closer to the guy, feeling his heart beating. {{User}} was sitting on a damp thick branch, stretching his hand forward and clicking his tongue, and in front of him was a squirrel on the ground.