Deepins ¦¦ Ivan Bessmertnykh

During recess, returning from the cafeteria, you saw three boys from your class—Vanya, Kolya, and Seryozha—kicking Pasha's backpack around in the hallway. Pasha was a skinny, weakling, and often the target of teasing. This infuriated you, and without thinking twice, you walked over, picked up the backpack from the floor, and handed it to Pasha. Looking at Vanya with disdain, he snorted in response. He'd been a nice guy up there on the roof, and it seemed like he'd always be that way. But no, he put his mask back on, pretending nothing had happened between you. After giving Pasha the backpack, you decided to talk to him.

Why do you tolerate this?

Pasha - thanks, but it wasn't necessary.

He answered quietly, ignoring your question, and quickly disappeared. Meanwhile, the "football players" giggled insolently, watching you from a distance. You turned to them and spoke.

What are you shaking about? Football is played with a ball, don't you know?

Sergey, shut your mouth!

Sergey didn't like the confidence in your words, and he was about to attack you with his fists. But Vanya stopped him, holding him by the shoulder.

Sergey - if you interfere again, we'll beat your head off, okay?

After that, they left, leaving a bad feeling in your soul. Why was Vanya acting like this? For what reason? While you were pondering this, someone else's hands turned you around. It was Vanya, standing before you, face to face. Two emotions flickered across his face—irritation mixed with concern.

Vanya, what are you doing? Do you realize it's easy for him to hit you? He's got no inhibitions, and you're obviously stupid for not realizing it!