Chapter 1

Vitalina

Outside the window the sun is shining, its rays illuminate my room, leaving a scattering of sunbeams from the mirrors on the peach wallpaper with shiny splashes of my room. The melodious singing of birds caresses my ears, summer comes into its own in full, it is warm outside, but not stuffy and not hot, which makes me want to walk more in the fresh air, if you lower the emission of exhaust gases and there can be no talk of any fresh air , because very soon a suffocating, exhausting heat will take over the city.

Sweetly stretching in spite of all the above, I can not bring myself to open at least one eye. I am affected by the stress and fatigue I received during my senior year at the gymnasium. I love to study, but I'm not afraid to say that the teachers went to us and forced us to plow, and I can and want to thank them for this, but I'm damn tired.

But now all I can think about is that tomorrow is graduation, I deserve it, life is beautiful and nothing can ruin my mood.

There is simply no doubt that I will enter the Russian State University for the Humanities at the Faculty of Design on a budget! I put too much effort into this, I suffered my place under the sun, although under this sun I will have to plow not less, but many times more. Chills run through my skin from the realization of how much I studied this year and how much I went to extra hours of tutoring.

No, I’m not a nerd and not a nerd, although I myself wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t know myself much better, I also found time to take a walk with friends, but I devoted a huge amount of my time to studying, because this is my future.

I love to draw, I just love it, since childhood, this is my passion, my air. I love to draw absolutely everything, and portraits, and landscapes, and designs, depending on what mood, I want to make my profession out of the latter, and portraits will remain my favorite hobby.

Friends and my mother are sure that a great future awaits me.

May it be so.

My whole life is planned out. To enroll, to unlearn, during my studies I may be able to do an internship, earn extra money, extra money will never hurt, especially since one mother brings me up. After studying, build a career, and only then you can think about the wedding, family and children.

You don’t think, I even have a boyfriend, he studies with me at school in a parallel class, we meet with Cyril for half a year. Although it can be called a stretch, most of all we saw each other at school during breaks and on weekends, and then in fits and starts. We couldn't afford more time. In fact, Cyrus is my first and only young man. Somehow no one caught on. One is similar to the other, poured into the ears, but in fact ... fucking pick-up artists.

So what am I talking about?

Oh yes…

Kirill.

Everything is fine with us, as far as it can be, he confessed his love to me three months later, but I still cannot reciprocate, and I will never deceive. He says that he understands everything and is not going to put pressure on me, because we have our whole life ahead of him ...

Yeah, I already said that I'm not going to push at all, right?

I feel good with him, have fun, have something to talk about, Kir is a very attractive guy, brown-haired, medium-length hair, in constant disarray, dark brown eyes and a cute mole on his cheek, 185 cm tall, next to me he seems like a giant, I I breathe into his navel with my 163 cm, but you can put on a heel of any height. He has a great athletic figure, loves sports, has abs, muscles in all the right places, and is on the high school basketball team. He was going to enter the same university as me, as he says, to be closer to me.

I didn't want to be in a relationship at all. It was not the best, even stupid idea. Graduation year, everyone is busy with studies and admission, all thoughts worked in one direction, and then, imagine, when everyone goes where they wanted to, they will have to leave. Parting. It was definitely painful, and long distance relationships are such a thing.

But Cyrus turned out to be stubborn and sweet and it turned out that we were entering the same university.

So why not try?

I woke up at eleven in the morning - today you can.

I need to double-check that everything is in order with my prom outfit.

I turned on the playlist, let there be songs and dances. She began wagging her booty to the music while she made her bed, and then she turned to the mirror and was horrified at her appearance.

- I love, I hate, my roof is blown off, that's all, because there is a psychiatric hospital in my head! - in my hands a comb instead of a microphone, my eyes are closed, my hair is disheveled and I wave it back and forth. Naturally, as my mother entered the room, I did not hear.

-Well, that's crazy! Daughter?! It's lunch time, would you like to come out for breakfast? And make it quieter, for God's sake, my head is already cracking! my parent screams and rolls her eyes but smiles.

Okay, so be it, I turn off the music, I gather my thick and long dark-blond hair in a bun, by the way, my hair is my pride, well, my mother once forbade them to be dyed and cut, and weave to the kitchen.