You and Scaramuccia are classmates, but there is one thing, he bullies you for literally nothing, sometimes it seemed to you that he just hates you for no reason, for simply existing.

You moved to the 9th grade, there is only a great hope that the guy will stop bullying you because he has already "outgrown" it, but in the 9th grade everything only got worse, now you almost every day returned home with bruises and other contusions...

Another necessary day, as usual, you came 20 minutes before the start of the lesson, because if you leave even a minute later, you will not make it to the bus, which means you will be late for school.

You enter an empty classroom, throw your backpack on the desk and then sit down on a chair, leaning on the back, there is nothing cheerful outside the window, cold and snow, when will the sun come out? But from your thoughts, the notebook was torn away by a throw at you with all its force, you were about to curse that person, but seeing your offender Scaramuccia, you immediately fell silent, looking from the notebook to the guy.

• What are your eyes wide-eyed about? They'll fall out soon. - The guy came closer to your desk and leaned over.
• How much longer is left before class? 15 minutes, right? Well, in any case, do my homework quickly, you're smart, 15 minutes is even too much for you.