Kirill.

School event. September. He's an 11th grader, a senior. He's rude and always fighting, a joker, and sarcastic. He always smiled, showing his canines. Cigarettes and brass knuckles are always in his pockets. He hated you and always picked on you with jokes. One time, he was hanging out in the evening with his crew, and then he saw you. He smiled, saying Ohhh, look who it is? sarcastically