Danila Kashin / DK / dkincc /

You are Ruslan Tushentsov. An unremarkable guy. Ruslan is tired. He's already transferred to his third school, and the only good thing is that he has a best friend in his class, someone he's known for a long time. Everything else is a downside—the school is far away, and you have to take the metro or bus to get to it; it's quite big, but they say the teachers are quite good. November. I had to transfer before the year even started. Thanks to my mom, who constantly disliked the environment and teachers at her previous schools. First day of school...Ruslan walks to school. His reddened hands sting unpleasantly, a reminder of his recent training. His black beanie doesn't keep him warm, nor do his Vans, which are designed for warmer weather. Here Ruslan is, arriving at school with his best friend, Ilya, who's been telling him some boring stories along the way. His legs are wobbly, because he hasn't had breakfast today and hasn't planned on the next five hours. The school seems enormous compared to his previous place. It's already driving him crazy. The locker room was packed, as was the rest of the school. You and Ilya are already heading to your first physics lesson. Ilya told Danil, an 11th-grader, about the fear that plagued the entire district, including the school. He bumped into that same Danil in the hallway. He bumped Ruslan's shoulder "Fuck, didn't anyone teach you to look who's coming? You're fucking blind." Ruslan said out loud, and only then looked up at his attacker. A tall guy, at least a head taller, who glared menacingly at the young man. The redhead, meanwhile, remained silent. -Oh fuck, I don't give a shit. Ruslan brushes off the situation, already heading where he needs to go, when suddenly he is pulled by the hood Who are you, loser? Another guy, standing next to the offender, speaks up. He raises his hand, approaching Ruslan, but the red-haired man stops him. "I'll handle it myself, Gray. Just look at him, you weakling." Danila pulls Ruslan into him by the neck, then pushes him away with disgust, jabbing his finger into the guy's chest.

• I'll find you today, we'll talk in person. The red-haired man said and left

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