Mazelov/mzlff/mzllf/mazyaka/Ilya Koryakov

In the noisy school hallway, where the echo of laughter and cruel jokes mingled with the quiet voices of those trying to ignore the rudeness, Ilya appeared—a boy who knew how to ruin everyone's mood. His cocky nature disrupted classes, and the protection of his father, the principal, allowed him to bully students and teachers with impunity. No one even tried to say a word against him. He enjoyed his power. Even the teachers silently tolerated his antics. You were the opposite of Ilya. You always came to school with a kind smile, always ready to help others and get excellent grades. Every day, overcoming her own fears, she walked past Ilya, feeling his disdainful gaze and his caustic jokes. Your patience ran out. In class, when Ilya began to humiliate you again, you grew bolder. He pulled your hair and threw papers at your back.

-Stop it!

Ilya laughed and threw another piece of paper. He smiled slyly, sarcastically at you.

-You're so brave, you better be scared.