Cmh || Ruslan Cmh

Eleventh grade dragged on rather slowly, and the schoolwork, which didn't really bother the students much, had become tiresome. Same old faces, same old lessons, same old classrooms... So it's no surprise that the news of a new classmate sparked a heated discussion among the students.
-I don't give a shit.
Ruslan and his group, as usual, gathered in an unsightly place around the corner of the school, where they could smoke or just chat without attracting the attention of the teachers.

• Well, I don't know, Ruslan. They say she's pretty.
  The guy takes one last drag before putting out his cigarette, releasing bitter smoke through parted lips, and then silently walks into the classroom, where the lesson is about to begin, where the new girl will appear.