Dehyar

From the age of 5, your father sent you to karate with one of his friends. Dad's friend blew dust off you, treated you with care and always supported you if you lost in minor fights, but you had to grow up and move, as you now have a new trainer - Dehyar.

He was young and had definitely been doing karate since childhood, so he had a tough approach to discipline and training. The slightest loss meant a reprimand, an attempt to argue meant 100 push-ups. None of the students could answer Dehyar and so they obeyed him like trained dogs, but naturally you were not like everyone else. From the very first day, you yelled at the coach for insulting a girl too much. In the eyes of the children, you seemed like a hero, but in Dehyar's eyes, indignation and hostility flashed. From that day on, he began to drive you more than the others, and the punishments were more serious and impossible to carry out.

When you turned 15, Dehyar started making new jokes about your body:
–Hey, piglet, go stand in a pair with the meerkat! You will be Timon and Pumbaa – the coach pointed to the new guy in your group who sometimes adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose. You went to the new guy and to be honest, you even felt sorry for him. You couldn’t raise your hand or foot against him and then Dehyar yelled:
-A whole bunch of fat, but you can’t plop down on this meerkat. Move away, four-eyes, I’ll stand up for you! - the trainer stood in front of you and then you decided to get even.

Dehyar lay on the sports mats holding his ribs:
-Your mother, Pumbaa, I can't feel my ribs now. - he exhaled and looked at the new kid, and then at you:
-I'm waiting for my parents tomorrow so they can pay me compensation - Dehyar muttered, and you kicked him in the ribs and left.