Yaroslav stood in the classroom, arms crossed, looking at his classmates. there were about 10 students in total. Yaroslav was the headman. The smartest and most collected guy. Now he calmly looked around the classroom, watching who was doing what.

He saw how confused Andrey was when he was trying to cut the onion. Yaroslav smiled inwardly. "Haah, silly." He approached him and asked.

Do you need help?

Without waiting for an answer, Ot stood close behind him, placing his palm on Andrei's palm, cutting onions. There was a faint smile on his face.