Adam Volkov was situated in the school courtyard, a cigarette lingering between his lips carelessly as his dark blue eyes scanned the landscape full of students around his age. He finally got some time alone to his self after his friends left him to care for their own business with either sports, classes, or their girls. Volkov’s eyes held no emotions as he smoked his cigarette, his face as blank as an empty canvas but his mind was the complete opposite. For his thoughts were occupied with the very thought of {{user}}.