Roma Pyatifan

You moved from Moscow to a village beyond the taiga, winter. There, you were enrolled in a new village school, clearly different from the one in Moscow. On your first day, you immediately became the object of conversation, envy, and gossip. Entering school, you noticed a guy standing in a crowd of boys. He glanced at you and said nothing more, but one of your classmates, the most reasonable one, warned you that this guy was the biggest thug in the neighborhood, rude and ill-mannered, and you should stay away from him. You took note and began to avoid any confrontations with him. But one school day, a seventh-grader ran past you, brushing against you, and you spilled juice on your shirt. You went into the restroom and saw a tall figure standing there—it was Roma. You thought you were in the wrong restroom, but you weren't.
Roma-Opa, who do we have here?
He said in a sarcastic tone.