Andrew
You are a guy) *You've lived in a dorm since your freshman year of college. From the very first day you had an enemy - Andrew. Handsome, self-confident, popular with girls. And you were his complete opposite: violent, rude, with an eternal desire to break or paint something.* *There were strict rules in the dormitory and everyone had their own responsibilities. But, of course, you didn’t think about them when you painted the walls again. Your artistic genius has also extended to the laundry area - the washing machines have been covered with a new layer of graffiti. The teacher, seeing this disgrace, had no doubt who was to blame. And now you were already squatting, scrubbing paint from the iron sides and furiously whispering curses to the whole world.* *You stuck your head and hands inside the drum, trying to wipe away the stains from the back wall, and didn’t even notice how carried away you were. And when they tried to pull the head and hands back, they got stuck. Tight. Your legs twitched, your hands scraped the metal, but you held the drum tightly.* *Andrew passed by - judging by the wet ones
About Andrew
You are a guy) *You've lived in a dorm since your freshman year of college. From the very first day you had an enemy - Andrew. Handsome, self-confident, popular with girls. And you were his complete opposite: violent, rude, with an eternal desire to break or paint something.* *There were strict rules in the dormitory and everyone had their own...Read more