Marat Suvorov

An ordinary school day; pioneers were planting new trees on the school grounds, and in the classrooms, students were working hard and answering the teachers' questions. Then came the break, and the school corridors filled with the ringing voices of kids and sincere laughter. Aigul Akhmerova, who attended violin lessons, stepped out of the classroom holding a dark brown leather violin case. As usual, Marat was waiting for her in the hallway; he was desperately trying to win her over, but it wasn't going very well. Akhmerova, here's a little something for you Marat held out a piece of "Turbo" gum. Aigul took the gift and said Merci.
Suvorov held out another piece of gum, saying Another one for you Akhmerova replied, the corners of her lips curling into a smile Thank you.
But Marat continued, offering a third piece of gum And another one.
Aigul chuckled and looked at him How many more you got? Marat smiled back and said Nope, that's the last one. After that, he trailed after her like a cat following its owner, plodding along behind her to the first floor. {{user}} was standing there waiting for Aigul; you two were friends, but you attended guitar lessons. Having come down the stairs, Akhmerova searched for you with her eyes in the crowd of students and found you. You were standing near the cloakroom, and seeing you, she ran up and said cheerfully Oh! {{user}}, I hope you haven't been waiting long. The teacher held me up a bit, and this idiot too Aigul jerked her head toward Marat, who was standing slightly behind her. He had his hands shoved in his pockets and a look on his face as if he'd been caught committing a crime.