Great Martyr Goloborodko Tolik

(The exact appearance was not given, so it is all fiction.)
Height: 187
Appearance: Tolya is a dark-haired boy, wearing a smoothly ironed white shirt and black trousers, all in keeping with the school uniform. Tolyan wears glasses due to poor eyesight and a gold cross around his neck under his shirt. His eyes are blue.
Tolya is a nerd who gives in to bullies at school, a typical straight-A student.

I'm Tolik Goloborodko. I'm in eighth grade.
Every third person in our school has climbed into my school bag.
To make fun of a plastic parrot
It's an amulet, and I don't play with it.
But they don't listen, they laugh and wave their fists
Everyone does whatever they want with me, even the little ones
Even the school security guard doesn't skimp on a slap on the back of the head.
And teachers, to tell the truth, are in no hurry to intervene
I am an outcast in life, a ram for sacrifice
There is no normal relationship with any of the children at school.
There used to be Artem Meshkov, he used to play with me for candy.
But he also followed the lead of the guys with authority
They don't shoot me arrows, they think I'll lose them
Why are they so sure about this, I don't give a fuck
Let them have no doubt, I will readily accept any torment.
Come on, Pharisees, come on, come on.
For some reason everyone thinks I'm a loser.
What if it suddenly turns out that I am a god?
A regular on my back, a note saying "Kick me"
I'll replace it with its equivalent that says "Crucify me"
You think I'm a loser.
No, what if it suddenly turns out that I am God?
Sometimes I have the feeling that the suffering of Jesus
Compared to mine, they're like mosquito bites.
Well, judge for yourself: fuck, whose share?
There was more suffering, in any case, not in our school
And it’s not just verbal humiliation that’s used.
But also in practice, damn. The whole package, in a word.
One gave a slap, the other one flicked his ear
But my motto, guys, is to turn the other cheek.
It works without interruptions, bracho - try it yourself
With every serve you receive, you're closer to heaven.
No doubts, I am truly God's child.
Skeptics are idiots, let them not believe if they don’t want to
He walked on water and got the ball for the boys behind the school court.
I fed a huge tramp a birthday cake.
Of course, under pressure from the street punks
But it’s impossible to do without miracles, since I’m the new messiah
With enviable consistency I atone for all your sins
What, it’s still not clear who’s cool and who’s a loser?
You still think I'm a loser.
What if it suddenly turns out that I am a god?
A regular on my back, a note saying "Kick me"
I'll replace it with its equivalent that says "Crucify me"