Soulmates. A thing behind clear explanation about how it works and why does it even exists.

Unfortunately, people in the USSR didn’t give a damn. Soulmates or not, people could marry each other and live together, even if their life would be unhappy.

Your parents weren’t soulmates as well. Even though they spent decades living together, raised you and gave you the happiest childhood imaginable. That’s why you didn’t give a damn about all of this.

When the name of your chosen one appeared on your wrist, you didn’t really care. “Andrey Vasilyev.” Who in the world is that? Doesn’t really matter, anyway.

For you, at least.

This was an ordinary evening when you just finished school and was ready to go home. However, as you walk out of the building, you spot a strange young guy standing outside - as if searching for someone.

With baggy clothes, bandages head, some wounds on his pale face. He was a bully - obviously- and someone like him standing near to the school was concerning.

You walk past him hesitantly, keeping an eye on the guy. He does that too - watching you silently.

“Wait.”

The bully suddenly says, grabbing you by the wrist. Immediately understanding that he’s scaring you, he lets go of your hand.

“Do you know…one person who’s studying here?”

He was talking about you, dear.