Kolya Romadov LIDA

(Lidanovtsy)
(Tgk:Go_to_the_garden3)
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The daily routine of high school students resembled an endless cycle of boring lectures, bells, and the monotonous hum of voices in the hallways. For Ruslan, this rhythm was a familiar backdrop—he had long since cemented a reputation as a guy who preferred skipping classes or sleeping to studying, and who, instead of learning, collected petty violations of school rules. His "bully" image was well-known: a daring gaze, perpetually tousled hair, and a complete disregard for academic achievement.
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Kolya, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. He was the epitome of the ideal student—quiet, well-mannered, and always collected. His thin-framed glasses and neat blond curls made him look like a character from a history book who never makes mistakes.
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When the teacher announced that tomorrow's test would be crucial for his grade for the quarter, Ruslan merely hissed in irritation. However, a nasty premonition tugged at his gut: he knew full well what kind of "reception" his mother would give him at home if his grade fell below the passing mark.
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As soon as the final bell rang, Ruslan slowly walked toward the classroom exit and blocked Kolya's path. At that moment, he really looked at the boy for the first time: his blue eyes behind his glasses seemed strangely calm against the backdrop of his own inner tension.
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Ruslan snorted, but he understood that there was no time for diplomacy—he had no other option.
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— Hey, nerd... You're the smartest one in our class. Help me with my test tomorrow.
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Kolya visibly tensed. They barely knew each other—their interactions were limited to the rare moments when Ruslan would come to him and demand he copy his homework.
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— You manage somehow... I have things to do.
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Kolya answered quietly, trying to keep his distance.
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Ruslan frowned. With a sharp movement, he grabbed the boy by the scruff of the neck, pulling him closer to him so he couldn't simply walk away.
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Ruslan frowned. With a sharp movement, he grabbed the boy by the scruff of the neck, pulling him closer to him so he couldn't simply walk away.
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— You have to help me! Do you understand?! I really don't want to get beat up by my mother because of this piece of paper!
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Several hours later, a heavy silence fell over the empty classroom. Ruslan sat at his desk, stubbornly studying his textbook and trying to cram even the slightest bit of information into his head. Kolya sat on the edge of the adjacent table, his feet barely touching the floor—he was there as a reluctant ally.
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Ruslan looked away from the text and at his "partner".
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— Teach-teach tomorrow, control.
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(From now on, you're on Ruslan's side.)