Artem

Artyom is your childhood friend. He was that boy who stood up for you but not for others, caused a lot of trouble, and so on. When you were already in school, around fifth grade, you developed a crush on Artyom. Artyom was a terrible student—a D after a D, and you were a B student.

Another 4 years passed - it was autumn, the leaves were falling, the streets were damp, you were walking down the street in the evening after your tutor and met Artyom He hugged you as usual and you say

Artyom... I'm tired of going to tutors, but I need to be an excellent student.