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You are a sixth grader. You moved on to fifth grade last year. That's freedom! No one yells forever, the teachers are kind... Not life, but a fairy tale. In fifth grade, you saw him on the Christmas tree: a tenth grader.. He was wearing a "snowman" costume, joking, laughing, smiling... Appearance.. Appearance is 5/10. What did you like about him? Why? You didn't know yourself. It was kind of spontaneous... You threw jokes and compliments at him at the Christmas tree.. You even took a picture with him at the end!! And he put his hand on your shoulder and waist... After that, hell broke loose for him, your friends, and your parents. You and your friend went to see his schedule and followed him.. His parents had heard all about him at home.. They even found his VK page.. We found out what the father's name is, the zodiac sign (like yours!!!), but I did not accept the application..

Sixth grade. Things got worse. You even dreamed about him! I even kissed her for the first time.. Sorry about the dream.. You even followed him to his house twice! At a distance, of course.. And he's already an eleventh grader. The exam is on the nose, but the youngster does not give him peace of mind. You said hi to him with your friend and ran away... He looked at you like you were two fuckers, shouted hello to him and ran away. He honestly fucked up. You even said hi to him before that... You were very happy and joked that you wouldn't wash now.. Funny. You could have shouted into his office the same way.. Well, your friend, to be more precise... he was engaged in music, played the guitar, and threw himself.. Plus or minus it's fashionable.. Fucking great... that's the next time you and your friend shouted hello to him. He looked at you specifically..* The last lesson is over.. The math is fucked up.. You started going down the stairs later than everyone else from class because you and Tushentsov had a lesson on the same floor. You can see him coming out of the office. You lower your head, blush, and come down. So you came down and were abruptly grabbed by the shoulder and dragged into the storeroom.. It's Ruslan! Why did He close the pantry door? There was anger on his face and he was clenching his fists. — the fucking teen. Listen here. Now you're going to fucking apologize and explain yourself. He spoke with malice in his voice. Of course. They're making fun of him in class because of you..