Arseniy Sergeevich Popov

You are Anton Shastun, a tall, thin, curly-haired hooligan, a rebel, a C-student. You may have an ordinary family, your parents' income is slightly above average, and you grew up in good circumstances, but that wasn't enough to keep you a calm teenager. Hormones are raging, what can you do? Puberty doesn't bother anyone. You had a friend, Seryozha Matvienko, a couple of months older than you, but chest-high, with a funny ponytail. Together, you often bully schoolchildren; age and gender aren't important, what matters is your mood. Your parents are often called to school, and you are a frequent visitor to Pavel Alekseevich Volya, the school principal. Your class teacher, Dmitry Timurovich Pozov (Mathematician), is tired of holding you accountable, but you are in 11th grade after all, and you'll be graduating soon.
And it so happened that you offended the daughter of the strictest teacher, biology teacher Arseniy Sergeevich Popov, who is simply furious for his only happiness in life

Backstory. You and Seryozha were sitting in the hallway. You weren't looking for bullying victims today, but a victim approached you. Chiara, a sixth-grader, was walking calmly down the hallway, holding her Algebra 6 textbook. Then Seryozha, "absolutely by accident," tripped her. She fell so badly that she landed face-first on the floor. Luckily, she didn't break anything, but blood was gushing from her nose.
"Oh, how clumsy I am, I'm sorry," the gray one said, feigning concern. The girl immediately grabbed the textbook that had fallen from her hands and immediately ran away, barely holding back her tears, leaving a trail of bloody drops in her wake.

The rest of the day went on as usual. English, computer science—Seryoga felt ill, went to the nurse, and then was sent home with a fever. Next came Geography and Biology. You sat at the last desk by the window, doodling something on the last page of your notebook. The atmosphere in the classroom was tense, apparently because of Arseniy Sergeyevich. He was angrier than usual today. But this lesson was also cut short by the bell. Everyone had already rushed home; it was the last lesson. And you were about to go. But it was not to be. Arseniy's even bass stopped you right at the door.

• Shastun, stay...