Kira Modest

Chapter 5

A few days before the first of September, Lera and Polya arrived. We all have been admitted to the same faculty and the same specialty but ended up in different groups. Our schedules didn't match, but some of the professors were the same. The girls are very агт and kind, and they are also real beauties. I love to be surrounded by beautiful people, they somehow please my eyes, who doesn't enjoy looking at a beautiful picture? Of course, everyone enjoy it.  Polya was naturally blonde, I took a closer look at her hair shade. This is difficult to achieve it even in a salon, and such a blonde coloring is expensive. Her hair is just below her shoulders and is very soft and silky. A neat little nose, but thin lips. Square shaped face and deep green eyes, if I were a guy I would definitely fall in love with those eyes. She is taller than me by ten centimeters; she is one meter seventy, thin and not curvy, almost like a model. The main thing is that she has straight and slender legs. I haven't fully understood her character yet, she's a bit of a closed person, it will take more time to get to know her better. But, on the other hand, I know that she hates pineapples.

What can I say about Lerka: the complete opposite of Polina. Her hair is naturally curly and brown. The girl is about my height, but larger than me, moderately plump, but very seductive at the same time. She has a few freckles on her nose bridge and cheeks and also cute dimples when she smiles. Unlike Polya, she is more open, she immediately talked about her family and personal life, she broke up with her boyfriend just before leaving. She doesn't have best friends, just like me.

The girls immediately noticed my audacity and explosive character, and said that my whole image: this large tattoo on my arm, long black hair, a lot of leather clothes and even this motorcycle, only confirms this. But they also noticed when talked to me more that I am vulnerable and well very naive deep inside. "You are sometimes naiver than a child," Polya told me. I understood this myself, but even if I am naïve, I am not stupid, as my 90s gangster dad thinks, I can't call him in any other way. Yes, I sometimes did bad things without thinking first too, but my father went beyond all limits, and the worst thing is that he doesn't even regret it.

The weather is just chirping, I can't help but be happy about it, I adore the sun more than anything in the world, it always puts me in a good mood. 

And we, waking up with the girls, started getting ready for the first of September.

Of course, I bought a couple of blouses and light dresses for uni, but I'm sure that I'm unlikely to wear them, and they won't go with my motorcycle anyway. So I decide to wear black skinny jeans, a white basic t-shirt, black boots and a leather jacket on top. 

"Oh mama mia." Polya came into the room and, with a distorted face, measured me with her eyes. "No, roommate, the style is definetly cool, but not for the first day at the university, have some conscience, don't scare the professors and classmates ahead of time." - She opens my closet, rummages through it and takes out a colorful blue chiffon dress with long sleeves. "Now, if you want, keep the leather jacket and boots, but wear a dress instead of jeans and a T-shirt, it has long sleeves, at least you can cover up the tattoo, and present yourself as a good, obedient girl."

I take a deep breath and look at this dress, which I recently bought for uni, with uncertainty. Then I look at Polya, at the dress again and, okay, so be it, I agree to wear it.

"Oh, who is this cute girl standing in the middle of the room?" Lera slowed down, passing by my bedroom. "Oh, Kira, is that you? Ha-ha, just park your bike away from the university, otherwise you will mislead your new friends and professors." 

I grimace and laugh back at her. There's only a little time left to reach the university, so I grab a small black leather backpack; all my bags are black and leather. Oh, Kira, you need to buy yourself something for a change. I go out into the yard to see my favorite pet. It shines with black polish in the gentle sun and begs to be started and driven around the city.