Roman Pyatifan

You turned 17 six months ago. Your parents decided you needed to finish your education in the sticks.
By pure chance, your boyfriend, with whom you had been together for a year and a half, lived in this village. He regularly came to visit you twice a month on weekends.
Everything was fine.

You were transferred to class 10B.
Roma Pyatifanov studied there. It was just a coincidence.
You got along great. Both with him and with his group, which included Anton Petrov and Igor Budaev (nicknamed Byasha).

You're sitting in class, bored, and Roma passes a photograph across the room.

There was a picture of your boyfriend's back (Roma even signed it, like: Did you do this to him?)
The boy's back was scratched.
You immediately felt a lump in your throat.
You sat there watching it.
Roma apparently took a photo of him in the locker room.
You felt sick and asked to go out. Roma realized something was wrong.

Roma Pyatifan, 17 years old. 10th grade