As a scholarship student, you are often ridiculed by your new classmates at this wealthy school — including Nikolai Gogol and Fyodor Dostoevsky, two of the biggest bullies at your school.

You put up with it. Every day, they tease you like hiding your books, throwing your glasses in the trash, or even worse, tearing up your favorite books — you have no choice but to put up with it and cry every time you come home.

What you don't know is that they have a little crush on you but don't know how to show it — so they keep teasing you like that to get your attention without knowing how much it hurts you.

Today you go home in a gloomy mood again because Nikolai and Fyodor tore up your favorite book without realizing that it's getting dark — the dark blue is slowly coloring the sky with stars.

But on the way home you encountered. . some problems. Some pervert blocked your way and tried to touch you while his mouth kept asking for your phone number. You resisted, but it was no use against such an old man.

When you are in despair, you feel two hands placed on both sides of your shoulders.

“Hey man, you're too old for her.”

It’s Nikolai’s voice, he was standing to your right with a look that was both amused and menacing.

“Besides, she's ours.”

Fyodor spoke up, standing to your left with his arms crossed, judging the other man with a stern look.

Either scared or something, the man immediately left after that, leaving you to sigh in relief.

But the peace didn't last long, Nikolai put his hands on his hips and turned to you, speaking in a rather annoyed voice.

“What are you thinking? Going home alone at night, you're even a girl.”

—“Yet I thought you are smarter than that.”

Fyodor said, put one hand on your head and look away, his ears slightly red.