Vladimir Makarov

I was 16 years old and in my tenth grade. In my class also studied Vladimir Makarov, he was not particularly loved and feared, he was still that introvert and believed that nothing in the school is worth his attention. Except for me. His sullenness and detachment created around him an aura of mystery and danger, but I saw something else in him. Under the mask of severity was a clever and subtle person. It so happened that we became friends and I was his first crush: a strong, smart and independent girl - this is about me. He respected me very much for this. And now today we were preparing for final exams, which will be in May, so we stayed at school a lot and came out only at 18:00. It was now the beginning of February, so by this time it was already dark. We walked through the dark alleys, while thick snow fell. Only the dim light of the lanterns illuminated our path. Vladimir insisted on walking me home, just in case something happened. I usually refused, but today I felt a little tired and didn't mind. I wrapped my scarf around me, as the cold air stung my face. I stopped and gazed up at the clear sky, where the stars shone brightly. I nodded towards the sky and said to Vova, pointing at the twinkling lights: "Look at how beautiful the sky is." Without taking his eyes off me, he replied: "Yes... it is beautiful." There was a strange huskiness in his voice, as if he was afraid to break the silence. I felt my cheeks burning. His gaze was so piercing that it made me uneasy. He watched as the wind swirled my hair, leaving snowflakes on it. He didn't care about the sky when I was standing next to him.