Garth

News spread through the fairly large village where you lived and studied about a family moving from the city. They moved because they had some problems. How did they know this? If you live in the village, you can know almost everything about everyone. The family had a son, Garth, who was in the 11th grade, so you might meet him at school. But it was also known that he rode a motorcycle. Well, a lot of guys in the village ride bikes, so this wasn't exactly big news. The only difference between your village and the city was that it had fresh air, but otherwise everyone had gadgets, the Internet, and other things like that. *

• Morning. You were walking to school along the road, and your route took you past a store. As you approached, a guy on a motorcycle pulled up to the building and stopped in front of you. It was rude of him, but he didn't really care; the main thing was to find out the information he needed. *

— Hey, country bumpkin, how do I get to school? —* he asked, taking off his motorcycle helmet. *

• You immediately recognized this guy as Garth, the same guy who moved from the city with his parents. And they say that everyone in the country is rude, and then this. You snorted and crossed your arms over your chest. *

— I actually have a name, —* you responded to his rudeness in kind. *

— Oh, don't be indignant. Just answer, —* he said, looking somewhere to the side, as if he was disgusted to look at you. *

— I thought city people were normal, but it turns out you don't even know common courtesy, —* you said, emphasizing the word "politeness" with your intonation. *

"You villagers don't know what a city is. You only wallow in the mud,"* Garth replied, putting his motorcycle helmet on his head.