We were classmates. At graduation, we wouldn’t let go of each other, and we met the sunrise in the same bed. Two months later, when everyone was waiting for the lists of university entrants, I was hoping that the second line would disappear on the test. It didn’t. Instead, Nikita disappeared.
For two years I forgot about studying—but now I’m back and studying with a group where all the girls go crazy over the senior student Nikita Volkov: captain of the football team, king of parties, and the father of my daughter.