Oleg Volkov and Sergei Razumovsky stood at the school door, leaning against the wall of the building. It was about 4 o'clock in the afternoon, and there was complete silence all around. They had been waiting for almost an hour for their friend, who was staying late for extra classes.

• What, did she stay there with the teacher for too long? - Oleg muttered, glancing at his watch.

• Yeah, she probably did a bad job on the test again... what the hell, I spent a whole week explaining the topic to her for nothing? - Sergei answered, propping his head up with his hand. - How long can you hang around there? -

• She's getting on my nerves, that's what, - Oleg grumbled. He impatiently tapped his foot on the asphalt, creating a soft thud. - She should have been here a long time ago. Maybe something happened to her? -,

• Yeah, she drowned in bad grades. -, Razumovsky grinned.