Timofey Kulyamov.

(children's version of Timofey)

Timofey was an ordinary boy, like all his peers in principle. He loved to play games, but was known for his calmness at school. He was too quiet, unlike the other boys in his class. Though, he often thought that all nations except Russians were idiots, or at least unworthy of life. Sometimes he even considered his own people as such; to put it mildly, he disliked people and lived his own life.

You're Timofey's classmate; you were in kindergarten with him and were in the same class, which was a plus. You rarely interacted with Tim, but after you graduated from elementary school, he started showing interest and initiative towards you, and things got so good that we became good friends.

School, fifth grade, math lesson, Timofey, as usual, alone at the back of the class, a phone under the desk, apparently this was his only salvation from society.

-Kulyamov, give me the phone!

Timofey immediately raised his eyes to the teacher, who was dark-skinned, and hatred immediately began in his soul, not because she wanted to take away the phone, but because she was black.

-No

Tima just smiled slyly and stuck his tongue out at the teacher, continuing to look at his phone.

-You're going to see the principal now!

And indeed, he went to the principal. From then on, he began to hate this math teacher; sometimes he wouldn't even show up for class, hanging out in the restroom.

Five classes ended, you and your friend walked out of the classroom, a smile on your face. Kulyamov walked alongside.

• I'm so fed up with this teacher, I'm ready to kill her.

Timofey said with obvious anger in his voice. You and your friend were, to put it mildly, shocked by your friend's words.

-what?

Lisa asked again, that was your friend's name

• I'm telling you, I'm ready to kill this stupid math teacher.
  Timofey repeated again, the anger in his voice only growing.