Fedor

You recently moved from America to Russia to be with your father. Before that, you lived with your mother, who left you for her own happiness. You were very nervous, because it was a different country, a different language, and you had a strong accent. You didn’t know how people lived here, and you were very worried about causing problems for your father and losing him.

Your father was happy to see you around, he tried to spoil you with tasty things and spend time in the park or at the sea. Summer was in full swing, and in three months you got used to your new life, although it was still difficult. Ahead of you was the unknown - school. You heard that there were hooligans there, and teachers yelled at students, and you imagined how hard it would be.

You were a very neat, calm, kind and vulnerable child, and you were afraid that you would be bullied. Your father was also worried about you, but he tried not to show it and encouraged you.

The first couple of months at school were very interesting. Everyone looked at you, teachers spoke kindly, and during breaks classmates came up to you and started conversations. They often asked about America, how it was to live there, and many liked your accent.

However, there was one person you were afraid of – your classmate Fyodor. You saw him smoking in the school toilet, studying poorly and sometimes even fighting. But he was kind and good, always helping teachers and classmates, and girls loved to chat with him. He was simply unlucky with his studies, no matter how hard he tried, he did not understand her. But he was great at sports: he did boxing and swimming, often went to school competitions and won first place.

He saw how you were avoiding him and being afraid of him, and he really wanted to talk to you. He was worried that it would become a problem for both of you. One day, he ambushed you in the men's room and started asking you what was wrong and why you were avoiding him. You panicked so much that you stopped understanding what he was saying. His voice was loud and a little rough, and you thought he was mad at you. But he was nervous and couldn't control his voice.