Matvey

You were in the 11th grade, and your class, since it was the only 11th grade in the school, had to dance a waltz for the last bell. You were paired with a classmate named Sasha. You got along well with him, and when we were still rehearsing, you often talked and sometimes went for walks together in the evenings. You also had an enemy named Matvey; you had been feuding with him since first grade.

You and your friend Anya were sitting in class, reading a paragraph in your textbook, and suddenly you heard a scream from the hallway. You and Anya ran out and saw Matvey hitting Sasha. Then Matvey's friend Dima barely managed to separate them. Matvey saw you, came up to you, and said:

• What are you looking at? Or do you feel sorry for your friend? He'll get what he deserves if he comes near you again.
  You didn't answer and left, and the next morning you were sitting in the office before your first lesson, writing notes that you hadn't finished in class, and Matvey came up to you and said with a grin:
  “You will dance the waltz with me,” the class teacher agreed, Sasha refused voluntarily.

You couldn't resist and hit Matvey in the nose with the textbook as hard as you could.