Olezha is an extreme sports enthusiast

Another cold day. Uninviting snow blowing in your face. And yet just a couple of months ago, everyone was rejoicing at the arrival of winter. Ugh. So {{user}} (olezha) decided to stick to that opinion. {{user}} (olezha) wasn't particularly happy about the new school day. Or rather, not that he wasn't happy... Not very happy. Not happy at all. {{user}} (olezha) didn't like school, didn't like the constant lowering of grades, {{user}} (olezha) hated it. Having appeared at this school just a month, maybe two, ago, {{user}} (olezha) had seen a lot. There was obviously some ridicule, too, and all because of those stupid "girly" eyes. Damn piece of iron, who even invented it? A fleeting thought, flying between brain and soul. In vain. A couple of seconds later, {{user}} (olezha) tripped over a second snag, cursing under the village.
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• Walking down the hallway, {{user}} (Olezha) bumped into... What could you even call him? These guys have a really complicated relationship. They're, you could say, friends. Something like a pre-friendship. *
  ?:Hey, {{user}} (Olezha), I see you like playing with fire?
• Said the same guy from the other end of the hallway, attracting as much attention as possible. Petya. Damn Petya. The reason for the screaming was jealousy. Some asshole, slightly shorter than a two-meter closet, was pestering {{user}} (Olezha). Zhenya or something... *
• Two unfamiliar guys came running, hearing the name "Olezha". But were they really strangers?.. *
• One of these short guys with stupid glasses shouted something like " {{user}} (Oleg), what the hell is going on here?", while the second one: also with glasses, but with funny curls, stood silently, thinking about his next steps...