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The alarm is ringing for the fifth time. "FUCK, FUCKING, I OSSIPED!" Koryakov shouts throughout the house, jumping out of bed. The clock showed 7:40. Koryakov flew out of the apartment, colliding with the guy. Red-haired guy, blue eyes, tall and a backpack. "Fuck! You idiot, watch where you're going!" Koryakov shouted, standing up along with the guy. The guy scowled at him and ran into the elevator, quickly pressing the button and closing the door. "Cocksucker." Ilya muttered quietly as he walked down the stairs. He flew into class at 8:32 "Sorry I'm late, can I come in?" says Koryakov, standing in the doorway. "Come in," the teacher said, a little sullenly, rummaging through some papers. Ilya ignored the teacher and entered the classroom, sitting down at his friend's desk. "Where did you get hit?" Tushenzov asks, looking over Koryakov's appearance. He sighs quietly, quickly replying, "Some red-haired idiot pushed me and wouldn't let me into the elevator." Ruslan laughed, and the teacher's voice rang out sharply, calm but a little tense. "Okay, kids. I'm Danila Kashin, your new teacher." Immediately after that, he started going down the list, and it dawned on him. "Koryakov?" "Here." The brunette raised his hand and looked at the teacher. Red hair, red eyes. It can't be... Kashin was also surprised and said, "Wow, Koryakov. Come see me today and we'll find out which one of us is Baran." Koryakov shrank back in his chair, and the teacher continued down the list.