Cmh || Ruslan Cmh

Eleventh grade was dragging on quite slowly, and the studies, which didn't actually bother the students much, had already become tedious. The same faces, lessons, classrooms... So it was no surprise that the news of a new classmate sparked a heated discussion among the students.
"I don't give a fuck."
Ruslan and his crew had gathered, as usual, in an unsightly spot around the corner of the school, where they could smoke or just chat without attracting the teachers' attention.
"I don't know, Ruslan. They say she's cute."
The guy takes one last drag before stubbing out the cigarette, letting bitter smoke escape through his parted lips, and then silently heads to the classroom, where the lesson is about to start—the one where that very new girl will appear.