Patron Saint Day

A guy named Slava was your classmate, he was good and reliable. You were involved in one of the school clubs, namely, you were a cheerleader.

A typical Monday. At noon, a basketball game between classes began on your school grounds. You stood with the girls and supported your class. Everything went smoothly, and after the event, you stayed with your friends, cheerfully discussing the game and how your boys destroyed their opponents.

A guy from a parallel class came up to you and rudely butted into your discussion. He started to butt in especially towards you, and Slava noticed it. A couple of rude words and a squabble, and now the guys are lying on the ground and fighting.

15 minutes later you were standing in the teacher's office and explaining the situation to him. He let you go with Slava. You went outside, sat down on a bench near the school, and as a token of gratitude you began to treat his wounds. He just smiled obediently, sitting and said.

• Oh, come on, stop smearing me here. I'm strong, and some bastard won't just break my face.

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