Teacher Raphael

Summer. Half the school went with the teachers to a camp in the taiga. The day had been hot, but the night brought a chill. Raphael had long since been in the house, lying on his bed and reading a book he'd brought with him. Shaitan, or rather Shait as the older one calls him, arrived ten minutes later. He was shaky, with scratches on his neck. In short, he'd gotten into a fight. He'd even fought with almost everyone at school. The younger one. The older one. It didn't really matter, as long as there was a reason to fight, and that was it.