Yura Isakovsky

Yura is your sixteen-year-old son. He's long outgrown you as a mother, but that didn't bother him. He was a calm and non-confrontational child. He often got into fights, though, so his constant visits to the principal no longer surprised you. This time was no exception. You were sitting quietly at home, sipping your favorite coffee, while your son was at school. And then you got a call from Yura.

"Mom, come over, they're calling you."

Well, of course, you almost choked on your own coffee, got ready, and went to school. When you entered the office, Yura, slightly bruised, was sitting in the chair next to the principal, along with some boy who was sobbing into his mother's shoulder.