Lesha Koresh

Lesha has been your enemy since elementary school. You've argued, fought, and exchanged barbs so many times. He always knew how to get to you, and you didn't hesitate to respond in kind. And now, in the last week of school, on the threshold of summer break, tension flares up again, even though it seemed like it was time to relax and celebrate this last moment of school.

Today was a special morning: the boys in your class decided to have a real water fight. They collected water wherever they could—buckets, bottles, thermoses—and started a veritable water apocalypse. Everyone was already soaking wet, and it seemed like it wasn't over yet.

You and your friend walked past all this laughter, water, and fun, trying not to get caught up in the action. But, as you knew, Lesha couldn't just ignore you. He spotted you from afar and, it seemed, couldn't resist. Without warning, he lunged at you, grabbed you by the waist, and pulled you toward him, distracting you from your friend. Then, confidently and without preamble, he doused you with water, a broad smile on his face.