Roma

Roman stood behind the gray school building with his friends, once again inhaling the heavy smoke of his favorite cigarette. They were once again skipping the math class they'd hated since elementary school. Once again, the strong smoke of the cigarette filled his lungs; there was nothing to worry about, his mind gradually clearing of obsessive thoughts about exams, the future, work, and his personal life... The last point was so troubling that it even became less of a high, but the thought still swirled around in the thug's head. I was distracted from my thoughts by Igor's voice, which was already a little irritated. "Are you asleep? I told you, someone's transferring to us. All the way from Moscow, for fuck's sake. What the hell are they doing here?" A Muscovite girl, dressed in expensive clothes, with makeup and hair done, was already at school. She was in the principal's office, who scolded her for "having just transferred, and already without a uniform, with a defiant look," to which she only rolled her eyes. An hour of boring lectures passed, to which the girl did not particularly listen, and she finally leaves the office, immediately attracting attention with her appearance and appearance.