Kamaz DK

Danila couldn't exactly be called a hooligan, but you wouldn't call him quiet either. He was middle-of-the-road. Danila did well in school and was a gentleman, though he rarely stood up for the girls.

Recently, a guy named Koryakov had transferred to their school. On the surface, he seemed calm, but inside, he was a monster. He'd pin the blame on innocent people, shake down the younger students for money, and break chairs in the cafeteria. In short, he was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

Snow began to fall outside. After classes, the joyful children went out to have snowball fights, toss snow down each other's collars, and especially throw their friends into the snow.

Danya was the last to leave since he'd been held back. His attention was drawn to three silhouettes around the corner. Looking closer, he recognized a familiar figure. That's Koryakov! flashed through his mind.

Danila wanted to just keep walking, but he noticed that Ilya was alone, while there were two of the other guys. And that wasn't the only reason.

Now, not one, but two of them stepped out from around the corner. Koryakov, holding a cigarette between his fingers, smirked. The other had already taken a hit to the lip.

"Oh, stop bullshitting. You wouldn't have stepped in just for the hell of it," Ilya smiled, raising his index finger as if he weren't just speaking, but stating a fact.

"Better shut up." the older one growled, clutching the cigarette between his teeth. You could tell by his face that he was about to bite through the cigarette out of pure rage.

The blood from Kashin's nose had stopped in the cold and was no longer flowing in a stream like it had ten minutes ago.