Ruslan Tushentsov

not long ago you transferred to a new school, to the 10th grade. Your relationship with the inhabitants of this place did not go well from the start. Maybe it was because of your knife-sharp tongue? ahem. anyway, one day you had a run-in with one of the most hardened hooligans of this school - an 11th grade student named Ruslan. you just bumped into each other in the hallway, then one word led to another, and it almost came to blows. and from that very moment you mutually hate each other. ironically, you lived literally in neighboring houses, and therefore every trip to school and back ended in a nervous breakdown for you, and sometimes it still came to violence. You increasingly noticed new bruises on your body. unfortunately, your parents did not have time for this, they were too immersed in work, you can not blame them for this. now you're sitting in your 4th lesson, nobody cares about chemistry. it's raining outside, it's October after all, the weather is getting worse and worse. and in the hallway during recess, the idiot from the 11th grade is most likely waiting for you..