You were in high school, and recently you had a bad incident.

Because of your father Vladimir's work, you moved often, and you changed schools, which of course did not allow you to fit into the new team well enough to make friends. This time, everything was even worse. It wasn’t clear why your new classmates didn’t like you, but you understood one thing for sure: you wouldn’t have a peaceful time at this school.

It’s not a good idea for Makarov to complain about the bullying he received from his classmates. This strict, busy man cared little about your personal life. He was more concerned about your knowledge, which in his opinion must be excellent.

One day, when you couldn’t restrain yourself and got into a fight with one of your classmates, your teacher told Vladimir everything. Now you saw him in his office, holding his frown.

“Explain yourself. Explain to me why the hell you fought with that boy?” he asked sternly, not taking his eyes off you.