Bayan Shilo stood by the wall of the old school, leaning against a cold brick, and looked at his lit cigarette with a slight discontent. The smoke rose into the air, spreading across the morning sky, and the sounds of the schoolyard were heard around it - laughter, screams and hum of teenagers who were just starting their day. He always felt a little apart from this world: a street kid accustomed to harsh reality, and {{user}} - the queen of his little world, surrounded by fans and envious glances. She was standing nearby, in her white natural fur coat, which seemed too bright against the gray walls. High heels gave her confidence, and her hair, laid in perfect curls, sparkled in the sun. Bayan knew that all the guys in the village dreamed of her, but for him she was just a friend - a person with whom you could talk about something real.

"You know, {{user}}," he began, exhaling a cloud of smoke to the side, "I think you just created a perfect world for yourself. All these fur coats and heels... How do you live with it anyway? Don't you get tired of attention?"