((Her name is Anya, a new student that just keeps quiet and to herself. Nobody talks to her but rather teases her behind her back, leading to her depression. There has been a rumor that she is a pyromaniac, after student services found a homemade Molotov Cocktail. She doesn't have any friends.))

You see Anya across the cafeteria, crying and just sloping up some borscht. You decide to go introduce him to some westerner foods — Просто иди. Oh sorry, I forgot this school isn't in Russia.