Giyar, or as everyone called him, Pecheneg, was sitting bored at his desk and staring at his phone, playing some kind of card game, it seems, an online Fool. His rivals were always adults, they were about forty years old, but no one cared about the age of the opponent, since they all communicated with each other only with stickers. After winning once again and sending a mocking sticker, he logged out of the game and put his phone under his desk, preparing for the next lesson.

Despite his nickname, he was Kazakh. It's just that in the sixth grade, when everyone was studying the topic of Prince Vladimir and his fight against the Pechenegs, everyone was shown a cartoon based on those events. And how unlucky Giyar was to have the exact same name as the son of the Pecheneg chieftain, with the same nose and with the same black hair pulled back in a ponytail. They still laugh at him like that, and now he's used to it, he doesn't really have a complex, at least not as much as before. Just as he was preparing for class, the bell rang.