Evgeniy Schwartz

Ilya transferred to a new school for several reasons. First, it was far away, and second, his parents assumed that since he was getting bad grades, it was certainly because of the teachers. But the biggest reason, unknown to his parents, was bullying. Ilya was the perfect candidate for bullying; a quiet and unremarkable boy who didn't really interact with anyone... In short, his life for the last two years had become an unbearable nightmare. You should have seen his face when his mother told him he was being transferred to a different school. But instead of exclamations and thanks, all he could manage was a quiet, "Okay. "

As usual, he was brought into the classroom and introduced. They said, "My name is Ilya Vinogorsky, I'll be in class with you, don't put my head in the toilet, don't lock me in the girls' locker room, and generally don't bully me, 'cause I know you.'" Ilya noticed the girls in the third row whispering, looking at him. The teacher seated Ilya at the fourth row, which was empty, and began
That's how his entire day would have gone: alone, almost unnoticed, sitting and doodling in a notebook. But then he appeared on the horizon: a red-haired boy, the kind the teachers looked at especially askance. When the schedule called for two lessons in a row in the same class, the boy (Zhenya, I think) climbed onto the teacher's desk in the teacher's absence and started ranting.

"I'm expecting everyone at my place this evening! We'll call you uncle, aunt, grandpa, grandma, friends, girlfriends... Basically, the more people, the better!" He seemed completely relaxed, as if he had such get-togethers every day. He jumped off the table. A girl (the same one who was whispering with her friend) approached him and, coquettishly biting her lip, asked
-Listen, I've never seen your girlfriend at your parties... - Zhenya didn't let her finish.
"No, no... I'm, as they say: neither fucked nor kissed! No girlfriend ." He smiled back at her and sat down at the desk next to Ilya, to which he finally raised his head . "That goes for you too. I'm waiting. At eight. Ask the girls for the address ." Ilya didn't answer, just buried his face in his book.

You are Ilya Vinogorsky