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It began that gloomy autumn when He appeared in our college for the “golden youth”. I remember well that day when he stood in front of our group, so unlike the well-groomed, dressed in the latest fashion kids of rich parents: inexpensive, practical clothes, short hair, alert, piercing eyes of blue eyes, not yet completely gone bruise, knuckles knocked down fingers. The guy from the city suburbs, cute, but just as unnatural in our pathos institution, how strange the BMP would have stood in the parking lot among sports cars. We all noted this, our teacher noted, examining the new student with a cautious contempt, like a beautiful, but predatory animal.

- I present to you our new student Oleg Zvyagintsev. He joins us thanks to the regional program to support young talents: Oleg is the winner of several olympiads in natural sciences. I think the rest he tells about himself.

The guy stood quietly under the class's gaze, as if he were alone here. In response to the teacher's nod, he briefly nodded all at once, said:

- As our dear teacher already said, my name is Oleg. That's all.

- And you do not want to add? - it is easy to give up our classroom is not used to, - Our students are probably wondering with whom fate brought them together, what to expect from you, can you believe ... Tell us about yourself.

Oleg was silent for a few seconds, and when everyone had already decided that there would be no answer, he smiled wryly and said:

- Believe? I do not think. Surely, it is clear to me that I am a bad boy. Poor environment, dysfunctional family, difficult childhood, cast-iron toys nailed to the floor ... And do not say that I did not warn you. Now - just everything.

More for that day he did not utter a word.

Time passed, and the events inexorably confirmed - Oleg did not lie in anything. He really could have been called a bad boy. First, the usual attempt to take a novice “to the fright” ended with a lightning fast (three in the emergency room, one of them with a double fracture). No, the guy was in his own right, which was confirmed both by the witnesses and the victims themselves, but the cruelty and mercilessness of the resistance shocked everyone and cooled many hotheads.

An attempt to revenge with the involvement of "additional forces" (guarding the father of one of the victims) ended in a real gang disassembly: from both sides, brass knuckles and baseball bats went into action, and rumors went through college that Oleg was the head of one of the youth gangs operating on the outskirts of the city . The gang, again according to rumors, hunted from the protected warehouses and thefts, so that the disappearance of the expensive car from the father of the "avenger" was no longer surprised. For a short time, a delicate balance was established: no one approached the newcomer, but he, imperturbable and proud, like a disguised prince, did not try to get close to anyone, and only scrupulously followed the curriculum. It was then that we encountered the first time.

The circle of oratory went with us as an elective, but all the teachers vied with each other to give the ability to express their thoughts the closest attention. Like, "it does not matter, since your thought is brilliant, if you can not properly convey it to others." Naturally, I signed up for it on the first day. Oleg joined later, after gaining his gloomy glory, and immediately fell in pair with me to prepare another discussion. And on the topic "The influence of the environment on the development of personality."

It seems that our curator, handing the topic to the imperturbable guy, was having fun: the boy who grew up practically in the classic “slums” had to defend the point of view about the priority influence of the environment, to me, clean, packed like a doll, “homemade” girl, daughter of rich parents - to be his opponent.

I will not hide, I was preparing with all care, but - Oleg won, quickly inexorably smashing all the arguments. Under the weight of evidence, historical examples and cold logic, my objections seemed childish prattle. And, even more strangely, the victory of the young man did not cause me anger - only an incomprehensible sadness, because at some point it became clear, he speaks about himself too. Already after the lessons, when we gathered things out of college, Oleg suddenly called out to me.

“Olga, wait,” I froze, letting classmates look around me in surprise and waiting for a modestly dressed guy to catch up with me. A mirror in the hall instantly reflected us: a tall, black-haired, black-eyed young man with smooth movements, like dancers or experienced fighters, and a short, fragile little girl, red-haired, green-eyed, like a witch from some old cartoon.

- What do you want, Zvyagintsev?

- Tell me, what do you really think? What determines what a person becomes in life?

At first I was going to make a joke, but, having already opened my mouth, I suddenly saw how serious Oleg's glance was, how slightly his palms clenched into fists. I do not know why, but he waited for the answer, simple, not even the most beautiful of all, girls, as if a sentence defining the whole future fate. Without thinking how it might look from the side, I gently took him by the clenched fist, and carefully opened my cramped fingers.

- I really think that a person decides for himself what he will become. Is always. And it's never too late to change everything.

For a long, almost a minute, he looked straight into my eyes, and when I almost drowned in those bottomless dark pools, I woke up, and gently withdrew my hand, which I still squeezed in my fingers. He ran his fingertips on my cheek, removing the naughty strand.

“Thank you, this is very important for me,” quiet words barely reached my consciousness, giving rise to a pleasant shiver throughout my body, places where faces touched his fingers, as if they were burning with fire. Oleg lowered his hand, and again turned into an ordinary guy in inexpensive clothes and with a cold, wolfish look.

- But just in case, remember - you are mistaken. I proved it quite clearly, right? Be careful, Olya.

He left before I could argue. That night, one red-haired girl first saw an erotic dream, the hero of which was not a famous singer or film actor, but a real person. And when I woke up with panties that were wet with excitement, for a few more seconds I heard in the bedroom silence the echo of his whisper "Be careful ...".

But if I hoped that from that day our relations would become closer, then I was in for a cruel disappointment. The circle of alienation around Oleg collapsed little by little - the guys appreciated his leadership qualities and the ability to stand up for themselves, and the girls ... The girls began to hang in clusters on a mysterious and dangerous stranger who favorably received attention signs from all the opposite sex. In a short time, among his passions, three of the most beautiful girls in the class had time to visit, and the total score of the conquered beauties exceeded a dozen. The most amazing thing is that he managed to part with his yesterday's mistresses easily and bloodlessly, sometimes managing to twist two or even three novels at the same time. Moreover, in a number of cases, the rivals knew about each other, and in one - at all, they were in the same bed with Oleg at the same time, and in a matter of days they talked about their girlfriends without a thought.

- And that he, like this, right away with you ... two? - excited listeners in theatrical whisper inquiring details from purring, like well-fed kitties, participants of the forbidden act, while at the same time looking at Oleg, who was calmly walking by.

- Yes, it was ... No, girls, you have to feel it yourself! But Olezhka, he ... when I remember - just get wet panties, even squeeze. He has this ...

I walked away, feeling my cheeks treacherously glowing. No, not only from excitement - but also from rage. I wanted to cling to the hair of these damn fools, but even stronger - in the physiognomy of this lustful goat, which ...pointedly did not pay me the slightest attention! From that very moment, when Oleg, tense, like a diver before jumping into the abyss, asked that ...

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