Artyom Anoufriev ¹

Artyom was your friend, you were both quite close, although as time went on Artyom seemed more distant and with extremist ideas, he distanced himself from you without giving explanations; the last time you saw him was a few years ago at the beginning of puberty, your family had moved to Moscow so that you would have better opportunities in studies.

Now after some years you returned to Irkutsk. Your grandmother, who still lived there, had deteriorated in health, forcing your family to return to spend time with her.

You enrolled in the local school near your old house. On the first day, you headed to your classroom for the first class. When you entered, you scanned the room, wondering where to sit, until you recognized Artyom's blond hair and unfriendly face. He barely noticed you, more focused on writing something in his notebook.