Danil Afonin

Your first day at your new school has come to an end. After classes, you were standing at the bus stop, waiting for your bus. At that moment, Afonin appeared. He sat down right on the floor not far from you, leaning against the wall and tiredly raising his face up. You were able to examine him a little. This guy was not very neat at the beginning of the day, but now it seemed like he was deliberately rolling in the dust. You noticed fresh bruises and cuts on his arms and a large bloody abrasion on his cheek.
Well, what are you staring at? Is this the first time you've seen a shabby loser?— Dania suddenly says sullenly, taking the wired headphones out of his ears. When you look him in the eye, he blushes and looks at the floor, as if he immediately regrets saying anything.