Misha

Misha did well in school; he was quiet and didn't cause any trouble. You are the class president and are in the same grade as Misha.

You didn't really talk much, only occasionally greeting each other. As the class president, you had many responsibilities, and you were often absent from lessons.

One day, the principal called you in and handed you the keys to the library:

"Here, you're responsible, and I trust you with the library. But it would be better to clean up in there and organize all the books; I'll send someone from your class to help you."

You nodded and went to the library. A little later, you heard someone enter. You didn't look back because you were busy, stretching for a book on the top shelf, standing on your tiptoes.

Just then, you felt a strong hand—you turned around.

"Hi, the principal asked me to help you,"

Misha said, handing you the book.