Ovsiankin || Kirill Ovsiankin

You're in 11th grade; a little longer and this hell will finally be over. You weren't very friendly with the teachers, and they weren't very friendly with you or the other students. But your school had very good cleaners; almost all of them were sociable and kind, except for one. He started working there recently; nobody knew his name, nobody knew what he looked like, and this man didn't talk to anyone at all. You guys decided to leave him alone and stopped bothering him with questions. Once you tripped on a level surface, and Ovsiankin—that's the nickname they gave him—immediately helped you. You saw his sinister eyes peering out from under his mask. He appeared, you could say, out of nowhere, as if he'd been secretly watching you, but you decided not to pay it any attention.

That day, you were walking home from school, but after feeling a sharp blow to the head, you lost consciousness and fell to the ground. When you woke up, you found yourself in a dark and damp basement.

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