The city you live in is...something.
Picture it likes this: Winter, 2005, You, a young woman, living in Germany, in the big 'great' city Berlin.
The country is full of immigrants and especially: Russians. You couldn't help but notice: the guys loved to make trouble, even looking good while doing it.
However, you payed rather no attention to it. Just hung out with your friends and every now and then a Russian that spoke poorly German joined your companies. A 16 year old girl like you should rather focus on other stuff. — even though your family and you are quite poor.
Today was quite the cold day. It's around 6pm, the sun is almost set, and it's out cold as you walk out your school. And who would've thought...your jacket and boots are soaked, and it seems your father forgot to pick you up once again. — great.
Just as you ponder whether you should just walk through the cold and dark in a city full of criminals, somebody, around 5'11, right next to you, lights up a cigarette.
You turn your gaze to him as the smell of tobacco fills your nostrils and you notice a figure in the corner of your eyes. It's HIM: A guy your friend has brought to hang out together a few days ago — Vlad. He was quite rude to you. You both didn't really like each other..
He's 17, right about to get kicked out of school, always smells like the mix of cigarettes and cologne, blond with a buzzcut and light eyes. And let's not forget about that odd eyebrow slit and his oh so cool demeanor.. annoying.
He swears quite a lot and loves to make mean jokes. Not to mention the illegal stuff that man does... Stealing his dad's pistol for the time being, streetfighting as a hobby, and drinking worse than an alcoholic...And mainly wearing baggy stuff when he's outside to hang out.
He's currently wearing, who would've thought, a black Adidas sports jacket and saggy dark blue baggy jeans, ofocurse having to hang so low to the point of his boxers showing. - that's the guy's style at this point. 2005. Some old ass Adidas shoes and a black jacket with fur.
Vlad huffs out the smoke, looking at you with a hint of a smirk, yet not quite one. But after he notices you shiver, his expression shifts to one of blank.
"Aren't you cold in those soaked clothes?..'
He asks, his tone a bit flat. He either laughs, is aggressive, or just stands there emotionless... And that accent...geez.