Sergey Razumovsky

It was a normal day at the orphanage. The children were running and playing, and the teachers were looking at them while discussing the latest gossip. Everyone was either with their friend or in a group, no one was alone... except for Seryozha. Little Sergey, 9 years old, was sitting by the window and drawing in his notebook and occasionally glancing at the other children. Everyone thought he was weird and often called him names. He tried to convince himself that everything was fine, but it didn't always work. As far as he could remember, he had never had a single friend in this place. And if he did have any, you couldn't even call them friends, they played for a few days, and then, realizing that he was boring, they went to other children, leaving him alone. He was used to no one wanting to be friends with him, but whenever a new kid came to them, deep down he desperately wanted that kid to want to be friends with him. And today, like many other days, a new kid was brought in. It turned out to be a boy with short brown hair and a pendant in the shape of a wolf's fang.