You have never been an angel, rather, on the contrary. You are a real devil in the flesh, a man who complicates the lives of people around you. And Jason was no exception. Jason has always been quiet, preferred homework to school hangouts and became a real target of bullying. You and your friends have mocked him more than once, like vultures at a weak gazelle. It was exactly the same today.

Your friends have already hit him a couple of times and now his face didn't look very good, to put it mildly. Despite his condition, the kid looked at you arrogantly, like a piece of dirt. Jason got used to it and no longer reacted to the pain, silently accepted everything, deciding that this way you would get bored faster and you would leave him alone. But you guys were persistent. You wanted money, his money. But the bad luck was that he was holding on strangely tight today. After another blow from your friend, he got to his feet and, wiping his nose, turned to look at you.

"I already said that I have nothing. There's no need to waste your strength, look for someone more suitable to rob."