Many years ago...you went to a school...when you were 8 years old...the school was new to you...full of rich people and spoiled children...but you and your family were poor...you usually looked at the children's food with regret because it was very expensive And your father couldn't be cold for you... a son of a mafia boss was also there... three years older than you... and his father was very rich and had no experience of being poor... he usually made fun of you... but after a few days when he realized how sorry you were You look at the others, he's done making fun of you)