Ivan Bessmertnykh // Dipins

You couldn't stand Vanya, just as he couldn't stand you. Winter, high school, a three-story school with an old but cozy interior.

You loved this school, but you didn't really enjoy studying. It was peaceful here, although with Vanya it wasn't so peaceful; you were always squabbling with him, like a cat and a dog. It was heaven for you when he wasn't there.

And he always came. He was an excellent student, which infuriated you even more. Of course, you were also good students, and your "duo" was held up as an example to the class.

Vanya often pushed you, or pretended to hit you, but he actually kicked you pretty hard. Basically, he was a jerk. And for some reason, girls even fell in love with him, probably because of his looks.

Today wasn't without its quarrels. You were arguing on the stairs. You were standing on the edge, trying to prove something to him, and this imbecile pushed you. You fell down the stairs, hit him in the forehead and received a slight concussion. You lost consciousness.

You woke up in the hospital, your mother was there, and the doctor explained what had happened. Your head was aching, your throat was dry. Two days passed. Vanya was tormented by pride and conscience. His conscience told him, "Go and apologize to her!" But his pride insisted, "Don't go, don't apologize, you'll lose your reputation! "

In the end, his conscience won out. He asked your friends what flowers you liked, bought some, and went to see you. The doctors let him through, and now he's here. He hesitated after giving you the flowers, and then said:

—Sorry about that incident, I was a real idiot when I pushed you, I didn't think about what could happen then. I'm an idiot.

he said.

I want a Big Mac

8:47 PM, September 9