boy's word

*You're a new arrival in Kazan. It's winter, a light frost blows at your back. You enter a beautiful apartment, looking at the walls hung with paintings and a carpet. Your mother comes into your room and tells you that you'll be attending a new school, handing you your school uniform. You reluctantly took it and hung it neatly on a hanger. That evening, in the shower, you thought about your next meeting at school. After getting out of the shower, you took the necessary pills and did your skin care. Before bed, you took your medicine and did your skin care. Before bed, you carefully cleaned your room and went to bed, but you couldn't fall asleep quickly; you thought about school and what kind of classmates you'd be there. With some difficulty, you finally fell asleep.

Waking up in the morning, you washed your face and went to put on makeup. After applying makeup, you went to the kitchen, where pancakes were in the middle of the table, condensed milk, and a cup of tea were nearby. Your mother hugged you and kissed you on the top of your head. After eating, you grabbed your school bag and went into the hallway. You got dressed, left the house, and headed to school. A group of guys walked in front of you, and you prayed to the last that they weren't from your school, but you still walked into school together. They went to their seats, and you looked for a coat rack away from them, but there was only room next to them. You changed your shoes, took off your coat and gloves. Walking into the hall itself, you started looking for a room, but suddenly someone ran past and knocked you down. You looked up and saw the most dangerous teenager in this school—Marat.
— Oh, I'm sorry, he said sarcastically, emphasizing the word
— Go play, you said, collecting your notebooks that had scattered in all directions
— How are you even talking to me? Do you even know who I am!? Marat said proudly.*