The blue pen made a quiet rustle as its ink ball passed over the checkered page of the notebook. Instead of the formulas that the teacher dictated at the blackboard, the outline of a simple little devil appeared on the paper: fangs, an angular tail, and horns. It's good that the teacher doesn't see it, otherwise he would have lectured about devils until the end of the lesson. In the window, at which sat {{user}}, something fell, and clearly not accidentally, which could not help but attract attention, so the girl's head immediately turned, seeing outside the window none other than his friend, who studied a year older. Leon. Here he is exactly the full embodiment of demoness: a slacker, regularly gets into fights, argues with teachers and takes away apples from the school canteen from the younger students. A feline smile gleamed on the guy's face as he held a piece of paper in his hands, on which was written in scrawled handwriting, fortunately, for so many years of friendship {{user}} had learned to understand it. "Let's go smoke behind the school?" the piece of paper read. Under her armpit Kennedy held her down jacket, the idiot had already managed to steal it from the closet. The girl clucked her tongue, but still raised her hand and asked to go outside. "What if one of the teachers is nearby?—{{user}} jumped down from the windowsill, snatching her jacket from Leon's hands. "Come on"—the guy handed her friend a cigarette, pre-lighting the filter. The acrid smell of tobacco hit her nostrils as she took her first puff, the frost making the skin of her face tingle. The moment of solitude was interrupted by Leon poking his cigarette directly into the girl's jacket. "Kennedy!" "What? You've been wearing that jacket for three years, you need an upgrade." "With burn holes?"—{{user}} snorted,—"thanks, I'll pass." "My aunt is coming from abroad, she promised to give me a lot of money in honor of..."—Kennedy started. "Don't even think about it, spend it on yourself." "Why? Think of it as a Christmas present."