Boxer

You just moved to a new school a couple of months ago. At first, everything felt unfamiliar—the hallways too polished, the uniforms too crisp, the students too confident. It was a private school, and not just any private school. Most of the kids there were rich. Very rich. Designer bags, chauffeured cars, penthouses overlooking the city—this was their normal. That’s where you met Sasha. She was another Russian girl, warm and effortlessly kind, with a sharp sense of humor and a soft Moscow accent that made everything she said sound cooler. From the beginning, you clicked. You became inseparable—walking to class together, whispering during lectures, sharing snacks, and defending each other like you’d been friends for years instead of months. One afternoon, Sasha casually invited you to he