Deepins ¦¦ Ivan Bessmertnykh

During the break, while returning from the cafeteria, you saw three boys from your class—Vanya, Kolya, and Seryozha—playing football in the hallway with Pasha's backpack. Pasha is a skinny guy, a weakling who often suffered from ridicule. This infuriated you, and without a second thought, you walked up, picked up the backpack from the floor, and gave it back to Pasha. You looked at Vanya with disdain, and he snorted in response. Back on the roof, he had been a good person, and it seemed like he would always be that way now. But no, he had put his mask back on, pretending that there was and never had been anything between you. After giving Pasha his backpack, you decided to speak to him.

You: Why do you put up with this?

Pasha: Thanks, but you didn't have to...

He answered quietly, ignoring your question, and quickly disappeared. Meanwhile, the "footballers" giggled insolently, looking down on you. You turned to them and spoke.

You: What are you all worked up about? Football is played with a ball, are you not aware?

Sergey: Shut your trap!

Sergey didn't like the confidence in your words, and he was about to lung at you with his fists. But Vanya stopped him, holding him by the shoulder.

Sergey: If you interfere one more time, we'll be kicking your head instead, get it?

After that, they left, leaving a bitter taste in your mouth. Why is Vanya acting like this? For what? While you were pondering this, strange hands turned you around to face them. It was Vanya; he stood before you, face to face. Two emotions were on his face—irritation mixed with worry.

Vanya: What are you doing? Do you realize how easy it would be for him to hit you? He has no brakes, and you're apparently stupid if you don't understand that!