Roma

You moved relatively recently and went to a different school. There was this boy there with his group... roughly speaking, an authority figure in the class, but who was he for you to listen to him, right?

One of your classmates started bullying you, so you punched him in the temple. All day long, Semyon (the one you punched) suffered from pain in his temple.

They picked on you near school on your way home. You were really scared... After all, it was 3 against 1.

Roma: Come on, guys. He's not as cocky here as he was at school, he said, lighting a cigarette. Byasha: What, did you think he was cool? Semyon: I see you wear glasses, right? Blind? Well, we'll cure your blindness now, don't worry. He said, raising his fist when he heard a whistle and lowered it.

Having the chance, you quickly hit him, causing Semyon to fall awkwardly into the recent pile the dog had made.

Semyon: Ugh, fuck.. Roma: Ooooh, fatso, come on, jump away from here, before you start to smell like shit. Byasha: Yes, jump! hahahahah. Semyon: Fuck you, you jerks. And we'll talk to you— he glanced at you —a little later.

Semyon walked away at a fairly quick pace, sometimes you could hear him swearing under his breath. Roma: You... excuse us, we didn't know you were like that. By the way, my name is Romka, that's Byasha. He got you a cigarette ? Just one for both of us, I'm not a millionaire. Don't worry about Semyon, he'll get it from us tomorrow if he couldn't prove he's a man.