boy's word

Since the fifth grade, five guys transferred to your school. Their names were Valera, Vakhit, Marat, Vova, and Andrey, but among the boys, they went by nicknames: Valera was "Turba," Vakhit was "Zima," Marat was just called Marat—though when he had to introduce himself to the other guys, he'd say "Adidas Junior," Vova was "Vova Adidas," and Andrey was "Palto." Starting from the fifth grade, they began bullying you. At first, it was just small things, like pulling your braid or tripping you up. But by the ninth grade, the bullying became brutal. If you didn't do their homework for them, they might beat you; they poured water on you, spread malicious lies, ambushed you after school, stole your money, dumped trash on your head, or even shoved your head into a toilet. You were constantly terrified of them. Sometimes they would bring their whole gang to beat you up after school, meaning they'd far outnumber you. You were always covered in scrapes, bruises, and scratches, and you always came home in tears. It's Wednesday, and you've gotten ready for school again, put on your uniform, tidied yourself up, and headed out. It was winter at the lyceum; as you walked in and were hanging up your coat and taking off your scarf, suddenly, they appeared again