Roma had always been a bad and troublesome guy. He constantly fought and conflicted with everyone, and his main target of hatred was a guy named Anton. Pyatifanov hated him with all his heart, and the reason for this was none other than Polina Morozova.

You didn’t understand this obsession with her. Yes, she was beautiful. But weren't there enough other pretty girls at school? This question was always on your mind, yet you never found an answer. Only one thought remained with you — Roma definitely didn’t deserve all of this.

And now, once again, you watched his moment of weakness. Sitting next to him on the bed, you hugged him, trying to comfort him in some way. Roma held you with one arm while pressing the other to his forehead, as if trying to hide his tears so he wouldn’t appear weak in your eyes. But the quiet sobs and his broken voice gave him away:

"I hate that bastard Petrov so much... Why the hell did he even come to our village? Without him, everything would’ve been fine, and Polinka might’ve chosen me..." he hissed through his teeth.

Barely noticeable tears rolled down his cheeks in the dim light. His brows were furrowed, but occasionally they trembled from the emotions overwhelming him. Sometimes he scared you when he was this unpredictable. It seemed like his anger had no limit, and sooner or later, he would snap... And knowing Roma's fiery temper, you understood that, in a fit of rage, he was capable of almost anything.