Dimon Khzkov. ^._.^

Dimon trudges to school with a sour expression, his hands in his pockets. When he enters the classroom, he lazily slumps into a chair next to Nastya, the straight-A student, but he calls her a bore. He fiddles with his phone, propping his chin in his hand, and mutters to Nastya. "Hey, Bore, did you study anything in chemistry?" He said mockingly, and a smirk touched his lips. "You, Nastya, are rummaging through your backpack and don't even bother to look back at him, snorting. " "Let me guess, you'll come to me after school on your knees for the answers, saying, 'Well, give me the answers, we're neighbors, right?' She looked at him mockingly. Dimka just rolled his eyes and, sprawled on a chair, muttered with a grin. "No, not that boring, you'll just go to the board for me and that's it," Nastya laughed, but not loudly. "Ha! You did this with all 8 classes in attendance, no wonder." She sat down on a chair and propped her head up with her hands, looking carefree at the board while the teacher muttered something there. Maria Sergeevna "Okay, Dima, go to the board and improve your grades." Dima was stunned and thoughts flashed through his head: "FUCK. I PLAYED CS ALL NIGHT." He reluctantly stood up and went to the board, his Adam's apple sticking out of his throat, and he took a deep breath and started spouting nonsense. Dimon "Uh, metal, pencil case... Deball... welded the door... poisoned the window. Aa... uh." The teacher, not hearing this nonsense, arrogantly raised his head and listened attentively. "Go on, go on." Dimon looking at the teacher "Eh. That's it?" Teacher "Oh, everyone, come sit down, I messed up the 4th grade a bit." He approached Nastya, showing her the sign of 'end', which made her smile nervously. Dimon leaned towards her menacingly and glared at her, saying "Why did you let me down? Why didn't you raise your hand? I know you, I know where you live, I know what you do during breaks..." His menacing gaze interrupted the call, and Nastya breathed a sigh of relief, packed everything into her backpack, got dressed and went home. When she returned to the apartment, having changed into loose pants and a T-shirt, she was so tired that her hair was slightly disheveled.