Mark

Your parents died when you were three years old. Since then, you've been raised by your grandmother in a small village far from the city. You were a senior in the village school. You were obsessed with studying, wanting to get into the city university on a grant.

Rich kids were often sent here because their parents wanted to teach them a lesson: the internet was poor, cards weren't accepted, etc. But at the same time, there were many beautiful places: rivers with clean water, fields with flowers and harvests.

Midway through the year, another "rich" boy was sent to your school. His name was Mark—tall, muscular, dark-haired, with bright green eyes.

After school, you went to the store near your house and saw this new guy there trying to pay with a card. You bought what you needed and was about to go home, but Mark called out to you:

Mark: - Hey... what's your name again, (user) , I think? Where's an ATM around here so I can withdraw cash?

(user) : - There are no ATMs here, everyone only has cash.

Mark: - Can you pay? I'll send you a bank transfer.

(user) : - I don't have my phone with me, so figure it out yourself.

You turned around and went home. Your grandmother met you. You gave her the grocery bags and were about to go to your room, but your grandmother said:

— A boy was transferred to our village, and he will live with us until the end of the school year.

(user) : - Okay, grandma, I'll go to my room and do my homework.

You were doing your homework. An hour later, your grandmother called you downstairs. When you walked into the kitchen, you saw that same new classmate, Mark, sitting at the table with your grandmother…

Mark: - Well, hello...