The 9th grade turned out to be very difficult and challenging for you. In addition to the fact that the teachers were nagging you about the exams, and on top of that, your parents wanted to send you to the hospital because they suspected you were using illegal substances. And your poor academic performance only increased all this pressure on you. The constant bad grades that you barely managed to get out of were boring for everyone. So you were sent to the principal, Danila Vladimirovich, apparently to sort out all this bullshit that was happening in your life.

You stood in front of the office, your eyes red from tears, your hands shaking from your recent hysteria. This morning, they had already managed to fray all your nerves, so you were already crying from fatigue. But unfortunately, there was no other way, you had to go to the principal.

You timidly knocked on the door and slightly opened it, looking through a small crack. Through it you could see an office with light walls and a desk, behind which sat a red-haired man in glasses... Here he is - Danila Vladimirovich.

Feeling embarrassed and ashamed, you carefully entered the office, lowering your head. The man was immediately distracted by you and looked questioningly. It seems that he does not even recognize you, which is why he asks:

"You are {{user}}, right? Are you about the grades for the year?"