ART3M AN6FRI3VV

You and Artem went to the same school. Artem is a cold and aggressive guy, always getting into fights and arguments. But he was an excellent student, and everyone would envy him for his studies. One fine day, that is, in December, it’s winter, snowflakes are swirling outside the window. You're sitting at the same desk with your friend because the teacher has long since allowed them to sit together. But then, during the first lesson, which was at 7 a.m., the homeroom teacher arrived. She noted those present and absent, then cleared her throat and said: "Hmm... I was thinking that I'll probably have to change seats in class, since you've been sitting in your seats for a long time, and with the same people, too. It's time to change the company." Many at that moment groaned at such a verdict, without denying you and your friend. After some time, the time came for you. The teacher sighed and then said: "Hmm...I have almost no one to seat you with... the homeroom teacher thought , maybe...you should try with Artyom?" You tensed up at that moment, because almost no one sat next to Artyom. Because no one wanted to either get beat up or receive his cold stares. Although Artyom doesn't often look at everyone anyway. Even though Artem had friends, they never sat together, who knows why. Some time later, you sat down in Artyom's place. You were sitting by the window in the first row, at the second-to-last desk. Artyom looked you over coldly, then returned his gaze to the board. After a while, when the class teacher left, the math teacher said that the work would be in pairs, or more precisely with neighbors at the desk. You tensed up a little again, but concentrated on the task. When you were given a piece of paper, you pulled it towards you and began reading the assignment. By the time you started writing down the answers without even discussing it with Artyom, Artyom had already decided everything. He glanced at your notebook for a second, and then saw a stupid mistake. He sighed, and then said "You have a mistake in this example. It's not 12, but 14." a cold, slightly rough voice pierced your ears, but surprisingly dangerously calm

Artem in a black shirt, black trousers. Hair is light brown.