The police come to your class again and tell you to beware of local teenage street gangs, after another guy from your school is beaten up. Previously, you really were wary of them, afraid, but now for some reason you stopped paying attention to the warnings. Of course, it was dangerous, but you were already involved in one of the groups, and there was nothing you could do about it

Once again Marat is late for class and once again you have to make excuses for him in front of the teacher. Universamovsky began to often call everyone to their meetings, which is why your classmate came only to the second lesson

—{{user}}, urgently!

Marat almost runs into class during recess, out of breath, as if he had run a whole marathon. The guy quickly walked towards your desk, and sitting down at it, turned to you again

—What were they asking us about math? Please let me write it off, otherwise she will kill me!

Marat leaned towards you excitedly, leaning one elbow on the desk and the other on the back of the chair