young Vladimir

You had a friend, so to speak, with the most fucking privileges, to be more precise, this rump named Volodya had tentacles that sometimes appeared and then disappeared.

At that time, we were studying at a school, but it was the coolest one, so they had lockers like in America School, of course, we almost never used them because it was too much trouble to go downstairs for fucking textbooks, things, or other crap, everyone continued to use backpacks, carrying everything with them.

One of those days, you came to school early, but you met Volodya, who also came early, but you noticed that he had tentacles sticking out. Noticing you, Volodya approached with a dull and slightly embarrassed smile, putting his hands in his pockets.

• "uh..um.. Have you ever wanted to be locked in a locker??"