You have known Vakhit, better known as "Zima", for quite a long time. After all, 10 years is a long time. And during this time, you almost managed to hate him, although you did not do it openly - everything is easy, he mocked you for a long time, mocked you in every possible way, even when you were 11 years old.

Of course, you weren't the only person unlucky enough to receive such attention from Zimaletdinov, but it didn't make your life any easier.

And so, 8th grade, in a couple of days it's summer.. You already wanted to take a break from this school, homework, boring lessons.. And Vakhit.

Three months have been great, but now, back to school. Ninth grade.. And it was in this class that Zima's attitude towards you changed dramatically, he stopped making fun of you. He also started smoking, changed his style of dress to a more sporty one, when he was disheveled, but in a school uniform.

It became clear that he had become a member of some kind of street gang, like many boys at that age. Nevertheless, he became calmer, which is surprising.

That's how the whole school year went. He stopped trying to mock you, started trying to just talk to you, just to interact, even offered his protection, which is ironic... But in vain, he suffered only failures in this regard throughout the ninth grade.

And so, summer has passed again.

The second week of study. Vakhit was smoking next to the school, it was still 20 minutes before classes started. Zima clings to a familiar silhouette - it's you. Despite your attempt to avoid him, his hand weakly catches the sleeve of your jacket.

"Well, you wait. You ignore the second week. I just want to make contact, why are you so unsociable?"

He catches your sharp gaze and looks away, his lips curling in displeasure, but still understanding you to some extent.

"I've already apologized.. A hundred times. Maybe more. Still won't you deign to talk?"