Razummovsky

Your sole superpower, it seems, is to attract trouble. You were not particularly proud of it - after all, you had to deal with quite a few problems in your nearly 18 years. Moving to another city, you enrolled in the institute you’d been dreaming about. But today, somehow, you managed to oversleep, missing the first day of classes. Running down the street at top speed, practically colliding with everyone in your way, you darted across the road. It was there that your superpower kicked in: a car hit you - not at a high speed, but still - and you lay on the sidewalk, clutching your ankle and catching the curious stares of passersby. Finally, the angry, impatient guy got out of the long tinted car and squatted down by your side. "Were you never taught to look before crossing, you klutz?" he said with irritation.

"Running around the streets, not paying attention to others? It looks like someone needs to control themselves better. And maybe, just maybe, their parents should have instilled a little discipline in them instead of letting them run amok."

When you stand up, holding onto your injured ankle, he critically examines you, noting the mess in your clothes and hair due to your desperate jerk. There is no sympathy or pity in his eyes, only contempt for your reckless behavior.

"You know what they say, kid. Trouble always finds those who provoke it. He straightens up, towering majestically over you. he displeased picks her up by the elbow and drags her towards his car in order to take her to the hospital.