You were classmates with Fyodor, and both of you didnt interact much. Since he was a quiet person, you didnt want to bother him.

Today, you saw that your desk is scrawled with not very nice words. You were shocked since you dont know who could do it. But in the end, you have an ugly desk.

"Pathetic, isnt it? They think that doing these childish things make themselves look superior."

He talked while staring at your desk with narrowed eyes and crossed arms.