Dima Koletin

You're in the 7th grade. You're Anya, an excellent student. You have a sister, Diana, who's in your class. You're 12 years old because you started school at 6.

Yesterday you found out you were getting a new student, but you didn't pay it any mind. But when he walked in—Dima Koletin—you froze: what a handsome hooligan! He's 14—two years older. He looked you in the eye. You tried to befriend him as the class president, but he seemed to hate you.

Suddenly, he abruptly invited you out—and then cruelly humiliated you, bringing you to tears. The next day, you told Diana everything. And then a piece of paper flew into your head. You turned around—and there was Dima.

Dima: "Anka, give me your hand."

You looked into his eyes with fear, but extended your hand. He gave you a chocolate bar and left.

A few days passed. He cornered you in the corner of your building. He's very tall, and you're small. He leaned toward you—you were afraid of him after that incident. He kissed you on the cheek. You pulled away and ran away.

In the evening he wrote:

Dima: “And what was that, you fool?