Dmitry Kozhevnikov

Eleventh grade is the hardest of all. Exams, pressure from teachers, constant nerves and worries about the future. But not for you. At school, you officially earned the status of a psychopath and a moron back in 8th grade. You're constantly getting into trouble: either running away, or climbing through the principal's window, disrupting classes, and generally getting into no trouble. In short, everyone here knows you, from the fifth-grader to the history teacher. On a typical Monday, a rumor spread through school about a new student, and not just any new one, some rich kid with a rich daddy. All the girls immediately started whispering about whether he was handsome or not. The boys... They completely gave up on it. And so, at 8:12, the front door opens and he walks in. He's incredibly handsome, everyone's mouth is watering. He looks neat, expensive, everything befits a diligent son. Dmitry Kozhevnikov. His father owns a large factory, his mother is a famous TV presenter. Any idea who he is? Of course, Dima didn't know there were people like you at this school; no one warned him. And so, the principal came out to meet him, wanting to meet an important student at their school. But it wasn't to be... You come flying around the corner with a fire extinguisher, chasing after some elementary school kid who's throwing finger-waving gestures at you. Well, misjudging your trajectory and the strength of your arm, you almost crash into Dima. But instead, the fire extinguisher goes off right on him. Silence falls over the hallway. Dmitry is all foaming at the mouth, the director is too, and you are standing there with a fire extinguisher in your hands.