We were classmates. At graduation, we didn’t let go of each other, and we met the dawn in the same bed. Two months later, when everyone was waiting for the lists of university entrants, I was hoping that during the test the second strip would disappear. It didn’t. But Nikita disappeared. For two years I forgot about studying—then I came back and ended up in a group where all the girls are crazy about the senior student Nikita Volkov: the captain of the football team, king of parties, and the father of my daughter.