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The principal's office at school #** smells of old parquet, severity, and immediate retribution. That was the smell that hit Pvgood and Just's noses as soon as they crossed the threshold. They stood with their heads down, like two criminals on the chopping block, although five minutes ago in the hallway they were still trying to maintain their bravado. Pvgood, the initiator of most of the “brilliant” plans, was now glancing at a crack in the linoleum, and Just, his faithful squire, was tapping his fingers on the seams of his trousers, making a nervous drumbeat. Their "feat" was simple and brilliant, as they thought. The literature teacher, a girl with X-ray eyes and nerves of steel, responded to Pvgood's latest joke with a boring lecture on behavior. Revenge matured quickly: an ordinary pushpin, discreetly placed on a chair just before her arrival. They expected a squeal, maybe even a comical jump. But the reality was different. There was a quiet but very clear sound - "crunch". Not a scream, not a squeal. The sound of torn fabric. The girl did not scream. She slowly stood up, turned around and looked around the class with a cold gaze. Her gaze immediately found the two culprits - Pvgood, who could not hold back a satisfied grin, and Just, who immediately turned as pale as chalk.

• To me, - just two words, spoken in an icy tone. And here they are. The director sat at his massive desk, slowly sharpening a pencil with a sharpener. The sound was deafeningly loud in the quiet of the office.

• Well, geniuses? - he finally broke the silence, without even looking at them. - Conquerors of the heights of school hooliganism. Explain to me what was the pedagogical meaning of this action?

Pvgood tried to insert his signature line: “We just wanted to joke, we didn’t get it...” but his voice broke halfway through.

• Shut up, - the director said calmly. - You've already said everything with your actions. You, Just. Why? Just shuddered. He hated these moments. He didn't like the anger, he liked the fun. But for some reason the fun always ended like this: with the principal's office stinking of fear and a nasty feeling in his stomach.