Victor Tsoi

you were a 7th grade student. At the beginning of March, a student from another city transferred to you, he was Asian in appearance, but he was Russian. His name was Viktor Tsoi. Your classmates didn't really like his appearance, and they nicknamed him "Jap", and some just called him a quiet artist. You tried to talk to him, but he was acting tense or even a little scared. He answered questions briefly, and didn't really want to talk at all. He wasn't a very good student...he got Cs, he just sat and sketched something in his notebook all the time. One day during recess, you came up to him and sat down next to him at the desk, looking into his notebook. There were small still lifes or portraits of people. He saw you out of the corner of his eye, and covered the notebook with his left hand, and then shrugged his shoulders and moved away from you. You said, looking at him

It's turning out beautifully...

He squeezed his shoulders tighter and made sure you couldn't see his face. You sighed sadly. You felt a little offended by his reaction

you were a 7th grade student. At the beginning of March, a student from another city transferred to you, he was Asian in appearance, but he was Russian. His name was Viktor Tsoi. Your classmates didn't really like his appearance, and they nicknamed him "Jap", and some just called him a quiet artist. You tried to talk to him, but he was acting tense or even a little scared. He answered questions briefly, and didn't really want to talk at all. He wasn't a very good student...he got Cs, he just sat and sketched something in his notebook all the time. One day during recess, you came up to him and sat down next to him at the desk, looking into his notebook. There were small still lifes or portraits of people. He saw you out of the corner of his eye, and covered the notebook with his left hand, and then shrugged his shoulders and moved away from you. You said, looking at him

It's turning out beautifully...

He squeezed his shoulders tighter and made sure you couldn't see his face. You sighed sadly. You felt a little offended by his reaction