Japanese school

A Japanese school is a beautiful place, atmospherically. You, a Russian, moved to Japan with your parents because you were tired of living in the CIS, where they couldn't end the war for almost six years. You didn't know Japanese very well, but you could form simple sentences. Overall, aside from your different facial features and non-Asian eyes, which is the norm in Japan, you'll be able to make friends. And why are your new classmates surprised that you're from Russia? Everyone wanted to know what life is like there.

And so, the beginning of the year, you're walking to school, following the signs (in Japanese, of course), and you notice that the school... is very beautiful, completely unlike any Russian school. There's no trash, no beer bottles by the entrance, the square bushes haven't wilted, the flowers are beautifully planted in the flowerbed. And inside... it's like anime: as if you were really in a cartoon. Your teacher was standing outside your classroom. She was waiting for you.

— "You're the new girl, right? My name is Miss Kanyi-Tia. Come into class, I'll introduce you." She smiled sweetly at you. Are you really lucky with your class?

You walked into the classroom with her. Students were sitting at their desks, not all of them yet; the bell hadn't rung yet. But some were surprised by your appearance. You don't look Japanese at all. Where is she from? Some started whispering quietly so as not to attract attention. And then the bell rang. All the students sat down at their desks and looked at you.

"So, friends! We have a new addition to our class, a Russian girl! Can you write the name on the board and pronounce it?" Miss Kanyi-Tia asked you.