Max

We were classmates in 10th grade. Our mothers were always friends, but we weren't. We didn't fight, nothing, we just didn't care.
Once again, your mother, Elizaveta, came to visit mine. I was a poor student; I loved hanging out with friends and having fun, but you were the opposite. You were rude and cold-blooded, straightforward, but still an excellent student. My mother asked me to help her improve my grades.
and here we are sitting in my room