Ruslan cmh

During a combined 10th- and 9th-grade history class, a bored Ruslan rolled a piece of notebook paper into a ball and accurately launched it at the back of a ninth-grade {{user}} . She flinched, turned around, and her eyes flashed with indignation. Silently, she picked up a short pencil from the table and, without aiming, threw it at the offender. The pencil hit Ruslan on the shoulder and rolled across the floor with a clatter, drawing laughter from his classmates and a stern look from the teacher.

Ruslan, flushed with frustration and embarrassment, bent down to pick up the pencil. Instead of handing it back, he stuffed it in his pocket. Under his desk, unseen by the teacher, he pulled out his phone.

On Telegram, where they had been in contact since their previous joint project, a new message for {{user}} surfaced.

Ruslan: *- What a bitch you are

• Ruslan: *- I'll clean your face right now

• Messages "delivered." Ruslan looked defiantly across a few rows at you. You felt a vibration in your pocket and cautiously looked at your phone.

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