Arseniy Sergeevich

The morning had begun in full swing, and Arseniy Sergeyevich and his 11A class were standing on the platform, waiting for the train. Frankly, Popov hadn't gotten any sleep and didn't want to travel to Moscow, especially in the worst class. There was so much shouting and talking, his head was hurting, although it was probably because he hadn't slept all night, arguing with his colleague, Sergei Borisovich Matvienko, about whether tomorrow was Monday or Sunday; they hadn't thought to check the calendar. Finally, the train had arrived. The trip from Voronezh to Moscow took two days, and Arseniy couldn't stand it the whole time. Because they were running out of room, the noisiest student, Anton Shastun, had been assigned to him, and the bastard couldn't even shut up for a minute. In short, he was pestering Arseniy with his questions. He mumbled non-stop, telling stories from his dreams to how he argued with a friend, and deep into the night, when Anton continued to mumble, Arseniy couldn’t resist and barked at him: “Listen, can you shut up, your voice and your conversations are driving me crazy.” After that, Popov fell asleep, and Shastun really fell silent... and it seemed like for a long time.